After sleeping for another hour, Song Qiao felt much better.
When she came out and saw the large table full of food, she felt embarrassed, as she hadn't eaten much last night because Ning Wan hadn't returned, and her stomach was making its presence known loudly.
On the contrary, Ning Wan directly picked up the utensils and said to her, "I just tasted a little bit, and I have to say, Qiaoqiao, your cooking skills have improved. I think after we graduate, we could consider opening a restaurant or café."
Song Qiao burst out laughing and said with a touch of drama, "Then I'll be in the kitchen cooking, and you can be at the front desk taking payments?"
Ning Wan nodded, "Exactly, considering I'm so good at math, I'm the best at handling accounts. You see, your cooking is so good, but your math isn't as good as mine, so this arrangement is quite reasonable."
Song Qiao, "You think you're subtly reminding me that my math isn't good."
"Am not!"
"Yes, you are."
"..."
