Han Ziyan was angry, but she dared not lose her temper in front of Han Yichen. She had no idea what was going on with her father, but these days her adoptive father had become more and more short-tempered with her. She pursed her lips angrily. She did not even want to talk to Han Ruochen, but when her stomach started to rumble, Han Ziyan couldn't help but blush. "How do…how can I cook this?" She had never cooked shredded chicken porridge in her life; how was she going to cook it at home without Han Ruochen helping her?
And why didn't Han Ruochen leave some for her? This won't do. She had to talk with her mother today and tell her that Han Ruochen was bullying her too much. She was also working hard every night by taking care of Han Yichen in the hospital; why couldn't Han Ruochen cook for her?
