Turning into No. 43, the scent of food wafted through the air as soon as they entered.
Then Jiang Mingyue saw a box of gifts on the table and compared it with the gift in her hand, easily noticing they were of the same kind.
"Wow! Brother, you actually know how to cook? The sun must have risen in the west."
Jiang Ming'an couldn't be bothered to respond to her and focused on his cooking.
"Brother, what's that attitude?"
Jiang Ming'an glanced at his sister leaning against the door frame, smiling with irritation: "Looking for trouble?"
Jiang Mingyue stepped inside, and Jiang Ming'an frowned: "It's smoky in here, better go out."
"Perfect time to experience the taste of everyday life."
Jiang Ming'an: "…Anyone who doesn't know might think you're a fairy just descended to earth."
"I am indeed a fairy descended."
Jiang Ming'an went silent again.
"Oh? All these dishes are Brother Xie's favorites. Brother, you're biased."
Jiang Ming'an: "Today is Brother Xie's birthday."
