"Ah?" Meimei now had her mouth slightly open, staring at him dumbfounded.
"Unwilling?" Dan Tingye looked at her dazed look and thought she was unwilling, his expression slightly darkened.
Meimei quickly shook her head, "No, it's just that the private villa has so many chefs. Whatever you want to eat, they can make it better than me."
Although she could cook, she was far worse than professional chefs. Why would he want to eat what she made?
"Then it's settled. You're responsible for my breakfast from now on." Dan Tingye ignored the confusion in her eyes, spoke casually, and placed his notebook in front of her, lifting his hand to ruffle her hair.
"Finish copying the notes first. If there's anything you don't understand, I'll teach you during study hall."
"Oh." Meimei looked at the notes placed in front of her, her eyes brightening. She completely forgot what she'd promised Dan Tingye and immediately began copying seriously.
