Thanks to the teamwork between Tantan and He Wenyu, the barbecue was pleasantly wrapped up, and of course, Luo Qianqian's little snacks also came out perfectly.
Luo Qianqian sat beside Mo, looking at the two of them, and couldn't help but say, "I suddenly feel that future mornings watching you two make me breakfast filled with joy."
Mo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Luo Qianqian with a face full of grievance, "I feel like you just stole the words from my mouth."
Luo Qianqian laughed heartily, "That's not true, I've already gotten tired of the things I can make."
"I can make quite a bit too," Mo said, "but not as much as Shiliu can."
Luo Qianqian nodded proudly, of course, not everyone shows extraordinary culinary talent from a young age, right? Thinking about the little cakes from childhood, sigh... her finished products were a sight for sore eyes.
