"Are you going to make it yourself?" Xiao Song asked curiously, glancing at the bag he was holding.
"If they sold it outside, I'd be too lazy to make it." he replied.
Qianqian pursed her lips and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He had already entered the kitchen, and soon there were some sounds coming from it.
Forget it, I won't be angry with him today.
Jiang Nian didn't think too much about it either. Showing off his skills was a long-term consideration, mainly for the happiness of these few days.
A promising young man indeed.
Thus, a few days passed peacefully. The three of them living in the apartment became more naturally harmonious.
As long as it's not blatant, it can run like a relay smoothly.
At the same time, it's worth mentioning that. Qianqian and her friends had already made a decision, ready to make some small attempts.
They didn't plan to sell clothes, setting their sights on cultural and creative products.
