Ye Yang shrugged, showing a nonchalant attitude.
Song Jiaqi guessed his meaning was, whether forgotten or liked, it probably had nothing to do with him, right?
"I'm hungry. If we don't order takeout, the dinner's on you."
"No trouble at all!" Song Xiaoxi looked up and said, "Even though Song Dabao is annoying, the food she makes is delicious!"
Song Jiaqi pouted at Song Xiaoxi.
Of course, it's no trouble for you! You're not the one who has to make dinner!
"Then I'll cook," Song Jiaqi said, raising the bags in her hand. "I bought some groceries on the way here, so I'll give it a shot, but I don't know your taste."
"I'm not picky," Ye Yang said, descending the last step and sitting on the sofa.
While he said that, Song Jiaqi still cooked with caution; she didn't believe even for a moment that this girl with severe cleanliness obsession and OCD wouldn't be picky about food!
