Just as Qiao He was about to come up with another idea, the aroma of instant noodles wafted over.

It has to be said that Shen Huai's noodle-making skills are quite impressive. Not only did he add vegetables and eggs, but he also added a lot of seafood that Qiao He loves.

Qiao He lowered her eyes, and her mood unconsciously brightened.

"Dinner's ready! It's not often I cook, so come and taste it!" Shen Huai said with a smile, his tone very cheerful.

Qiao He knew that Shen Huai was just that kind of person. He only showed his happy side. Even though he was depressed for a long time after his mother-in-law died, he still tried his best to make her happy.

Qiao He felt a lump in her throat; this was her own brother.

Although they weren't able to be by each other's side when they were young, they still met now and even recognized each other. What a wonderful thing!

Qiao He wasn't as upset as before, and she smiled faintly, "Okay, let me have a bite, it smells so good, it must be delicious!"

Shen Huai said smugly, "Of course! Don't you know who I am? I'm the King of Instant Noodles!"

Qiao He laughed and said, "Come on, second brother, you're getting cocky just because you get a little credit. When it comes to cooking, the little one is still the best."

Shen Huai pouted: "Okay, I admit he's good at making other things, but I'm best at making instant noodles."

Bo Shiwu glanced at him, smiled faintly, and said, "Really? Why don't I cook a bowl too, and let Ahe taste it and see who makes the better one?"

Shen Huai's eyes widened. "You want to compete with me? No way! My sister will definitely side with you, that's not fair!"

Qiao He blinked: "How is it unfair? Would I deliberately say that his cooking is delicious?"

"That's for sure! Ah He, you're always siding with outsiders now, you don't love me anymore!" Shen Huai said angrily.

Qiao He was both amused and exasperated. "No way."

"Yes, there was! I mean, Bo Shiwu, you have no idea how much my sister almost cried when you were unconscious. Her eyes were so red... mmm!"

Before Shen Huai could finish speaking, Qiao He covered his mouth tightly.

Thin Mist: "?"

He subconsciously looked at Qiao He, his eyes seeming to ask, "Is what Shen Huai said true?"