"You're here, take a seat for a bit, the food will be ready soon!"
Song Monong smiled lightly upon seeing Lin Fan!
"Do you need my help!"
Lin Fan spoke while rolling up his sleeves!
Song Monong shook her head, said: "No need, it will be ready soon, I can manage it myself!"
Seeing this, Lin Fan had to give up, sat smoking on the sofa in the living room, gazing toward the kitchen, enjoying Song Monong's cooking posture!
"What are you looking at? Is it enticing?"
At this moment, a cold snort came from behind Lin Fan, it was Song Moyu, the little girl!
Lin Fan exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at Song Moyu's slightly sullen face, couldn't help but laugh: "I say, Miss Song, why the stern face, as the saying goes, smile and you're ten years young, make a cold face and lose three points of beauty, come on, smile for me!"
"I won't smile, I won't smile!" Song Moyu said fiercely with her hands on her hips.
