Jiang Feng entered the kitchen and closed the door, finally feeling a bit relieved from the awkwardness.
Inside, Nangong Qingcheng was startled to see him, not expecting Jiang Feng to suddenly come in!
"Jiang Feng, when did you get back?"
Nangong Qingcheng, holding a kitchen knife absent-mindedly, asked.
"Just now."
Jiang Feng took a deep breath, pretending to be calm.
"Cooking for so many people all by yourself, isn't it tiring?"
Jiang Feng looked at Nangong Qingcheng in that state and couldn't help but feel a bit distressed.
He knew that whenever he wasn't home, the role of chef naturally fell to Nangong Qingcheng.
Even though she was willing, it still had to be tiring!
Seeing Jiang Feng approaching her, Nangong Qingcheng suddenly felt a bit "nervous."
Every time the two of them were alone in the kitchen, Jiang Feng would do "mischievous" things, finding various ways to "tease" her, and it left a "shadow" on her…
"It's fine, just cooking a few dishes, not too many."
