Jiang Feng immediately withdrew his gaze.
In such a situation, his seemingly affectionate exchange of glances with Mo Zixun always gave him a sense of infidelity, and felt quite apologetic to Nangong Qingcheng.
"Jiang Feng, let me help you."
Mu Yanluo blushed as she stepped forward, wanting to take the ingredients from Jiang Feng's hands.
Among the many sisters at home, her situation was the most sensitive, and her mentality the most humble.
But everyone disregarded past grievances, sincerely accepting her, giving her the chance to integrate into this big family. She was truly touched and cherished it greatly.
"No need, you all can relax and have fun. I'll handle it myself."
After speaking, Jiang Feng changed his shoes and walked straight to the kitchen.
