"What should we do? You can't cook, are we going to starve tonight?" Peng Mengyao sighed, looking helpless.
"Wait!" Ye Long heard what Miss Peng said, stretched out his hand, and said, "Miss Peng, what did you say? Did you say I can't cook?"
"Yeah, so what? Do you actually know how to cook?" Peng Mengyao rolled her eyes at Ye Long and said.
"Hey, you really underestimate me. I'll let you taste my cooking tonight!" Ye Long stood up, volunteering.
He couldn't let Miss Peng look down on him; today he'll show her. Who says men can't cook? Not only can I cook, but it's also incredibly delicious!
"Alright, just don't be stubborn if you can't cook, so you don't waste food!" Clearly, Peng Mengyao didn't believe Ye Long. Looking at Ye Long, a brute, he didn't seem like someone who could cook.
"Just wait and see, don't get addicted and make me cook every day!" Ye Long said.
"Really, don't brag!" Peng Mengyao crossed her arms and smiled.
