"If I don't go out and buy it, should I order takeout?" Song Boyuan originally planned to go out and buy something to eat, something she liked.
But Jing Qiao hugged him, not letting him leave.
He could only suggest another option.
But Jing Qiao pouted coyly in his arms and shook her head.
"Takeout, no?"
"Um."
"Then should I have someone bring over a chef?"
Jing Qiao shook her head again, "No."
From the sound of her voice, Song Boyuan could almost hear her pouting.
He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Then, shall I cook?"
Jing Qiao suddenly looked up, blinking as she looked at him, "Can you?"
"If you don't mind it being a bit bland, I guess I can," said Song Boyuan.
Jing Qiao hesitated again, "... Is it really bad?"
Her appearance actually ignited Song Boyuan's competitive spirit.
He gently pecked her on the nose, "Of course it won't be as delicious as your cooking, but no complaints allowed."
