"Senior! Hello! Hello! Damn, are you dead at home? How did I end up with such a disaster!"
When Xia Yuxun arrived, Ou Mingxuan was still asleep, and upon seeing her, he only said one thing, "Xiaoxun, I want porridge..."
"Damn! I don't know how to cook porridge!" Xia Yuxun put one hand on her hip and irritably ruffled her hair with the other.
"Liar, you cooked for Leng Sichen last time!" Ou Mingxuan stuck his head out from the blanket, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.
"Bastard!" Xia Yuxun twisted her hair into a tiny lion's mane and angrily stormed into the kitchen.
After a dozen minutes.
"Ahhhh! Ahhh! What kind of junk do you have in this house, senior? This pressure cooker is different from mine, and what kind of stove is this, how is it constructed? I'm sure I pressed this button! Ah, it's on fire, it's on fire!"
"Bang—sssss—"
Ou Mingxuan shuffled in slippers and staggered to the kitchen. Upon seeing the mess inside, he fainted with a "thud."
