Bo Yanching finished his shower and came out to see Nan Jiaojiao already at the dining table, having added two bowls of rice, with only a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the table.
Understanding fully, he rolled up his sleeves, and asked her, "What ingredients are left in the kitchen that haven't been cooked?"
Nan Jiaojiao clenched her teeth, her small face looked conflicted, torn between wasting and embarrassment, she chose virtue in the end.
"There's beef and fish left."
Bo Yanching picked her up with one hand, "Come watch me cook, help me out?"
"Why do you always ask that as a question?"
"Afraid you'll scratch me."
"I'm not a cat."
Nan Jiaojiao followed his lead and got up, joining him in the kitchen.
Actually, she had tried cooking before, learned from videos, but paused them many times and the outcome was still wrong.
Bo Yanching had long gotten used to it, never had high hopes for her cooking skills, nor did he wish she would learn.
