"I want to eat spicy hotpot too."

The next second, the conversation changed.

"Of course, I know you won't do it."

Yan Chenyu's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and she sighed slightly disappointedly.

"Forget it, I'll just order takeout tomorrow. If it's not clean, it's not clean."

The veins on Yan Chenyu's forehead twitched, and he pinched her lips with his hands.

"speak nicely!"

Why does the tea smell like tea?

Qiao Zhiqin still looked at him with those big innocent eyes, watery, which really made people feel soft.

Yan Chenyu was completely defeated by her. He sighed as if in compromise and led her into the living room.

"Brother Lu, send me the video of making spicy hotpot!"

If it’s not just Malatang, what’s the problem?

In order to pretend to be a neighbor and deliver lunch to her, he stayed in the kitchen all day studying recipes.

In the end, I also developed this cooking skill.

Those dishes didn't bother him, but a spicy hotpot would bother him so much.
Chapter completed!