Ye Zhi's throat suddenly choked up, and her heart twisted painfully, feeling a deep ache for this person holding her hand tightly.
Despite feeling very uncomfortable inside, Ye Zhi kept a smile on her face and softly said to him, "Hmm, I'll make it for you when we go home."
Gong Juechen immediately took an inch and asked, "Do you want to learn how to cook? I can personally teach you."
Ye Zhi just gave him a sidelong glance.
But Gong Juechen continued, "I didn't know much about cooking in the past, but every time I saw Jingjing happy eating the food Changyi made, I specifically went to learn so I could cook for you. If you learn to cook for me, you should be able to pick it up too."
"Get lost." She didn't humor his quirks. She had no intention of learning to cook. She thought she just being able to make fried rice was fine.
But Gong Juechen wasn't angry at all and instead grinned cheekily.
