After Liou Qingcheng had eaten her fill, she sat in the chair, rubbing her round belly, and said, "Lin Tian, I have to give your cooking skills a thumbs up. I'm going to cook once for my parents using your recipe when I get back. Send me the recipe you used."
Lin Tian was speechless. Can your cooking compare to mine? Don't poison your parents.
After dinner, Lin Tian stood up and began to clean up the leftovers on the table.
Liou Qingcheng hurriedly exclaimed, "You promised to cook, and I promised to wash the dishes. How can you take over my job?"
Lin Tian chuckled, "Just go watch TV, take advantage of the situation while you can."
Watching Lin Tian's busy figure, Liou Qingcheng also smiled.
After washing the dishes, Lin Tian sat next to Liou Qingcheng, watching the movie playing, with only one thought in his head: how to win over Liou Qingcheng?
He's brought her home; it would be embarrassing not to make a move.
