Half an hour later, in the kitchen, Lianxin threw the apron she usually wore in front of Tang Qingxue, "Put it on!"
Tang Qingxue obeyed and put on the apron, "What do you want to eat?"
"Hmm, let me think, what do you usually eat... As for small dishes, it seems there's none left in the fridge, and my cousin hasn't returned from buying them yet."
Lianxin walked back and forth in front of Tang Qingxue, reminiscing about what she usually cooked for her.
Tang Qingxue nervously watched outside, straining her ears to listen for Niannian's movements...
