Shang Qing quickly denied with wide eyes, "It wasn't me. It was our nanny. When I left in the morning, I secretly put it in the thermal box while they weren't paying attention..." As she spoke, Shang Qing suddenly exclaimed, "I forgot to bring you several kinds of pickled vegetables."
Shang Qing's expression was extremely regretful, and Dongfang Yu let out a light laugh, "This is already very good."
The porridge was all gone, and eating pickles dry like this would make one very thirsty, so let's talk about it at noon.
At this moment, Dongfang Yu remembered a very serious matter, and his gentle voice sounded in the room, "Xiao Qing, do you know how to cook?"
Shang Qing seemed to have been prepared and said crisply, "I can make porridge, cook rice, and stew dishes, but I can't fry dishes."
"Not bad, not bad..." This was already a lot better than what Dongfang Yu had just imagined, and he nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."
