After nodding, Qin Miao picked up the apron and tied it around himself.
Qimeng looked at Qin Miao somewhat baffled, "Honey, what are you doing?"
Qin Miao, a bit embarrassed, rubbed his nose, "Um, well, darling, I can actually cook."
"Huh?" A big question mark appeared over Qimeng's head, looking adorably cute.
"And you're dressed so nicely today, it's not suitable to cook in this outfit. Let me handle today's meal."
Qimeng completely ignored Qin Miao's words, looking at him and asking, "You can cook?"
"I can..." Seeing Qimeng so surprised, Qin Miao felt a bit guilty.
"Since when?"
Qin Miao definitely couldn't say he won it in a lottery, so he fibbed, "I've always been able to."
In Qin Miao's view, he never told Qimeng he couldn't cook, so at most, she would think he just hid it from her, and she shouldn't be too mad.
Then Qin Miao saw the girl gradually turning red.
Watching Qimeng's face turn redder.
