Bo Qin glanced at her from the side and saw the young girl's earnest eyes, then seriously replied, "Thinking that some people like to eat, I asked Aunt Lin to teach me. I have a pretty good talent, learned it right away."
Jian Dan's heart was pounding, "Really? Aunt Lin praised your talent?"
Bo Qin gave a hum, "Don't believe it?"
Jian Dan shook her head, "It's not disbelief, but Uncle Qin, you're so busy, and to think that you're learning to cook just to make me a meal, I just can't imagine that scenario."
Bo Qin laughed, "Is the scene before you real? I'm cooking for you."
Jian Dan nodded, "It's really real, so real that it's hard to believe."
Bo Qin pursed his lips, half smiling, "Then pinch yourself and see if it hurts."
Jian Dan: "...That's not necessary, it's a bit silly."
Bo Qin's smile didn't fade, "You know it, come over and roll up my sleeves."
"Oh."
