Lu Jing ignored him and turned around to look at someone who was too embarrassed to face people. He didn't expect that she would be shy.

Lu Jing turned around and found Maotou stealthily glancing at him. He glared back, "Why don't you leave? Who are you trying to make fun of here?"

Zhou Qian: Who else can I laugh at? But will you die if you don’t speak out?

Maotou chuckled and said, "Brother Jing, you're not well yet, so don't do anything rash."

"You should tell this to the person behind me."

Zhou Qian's blood pressure soared, and regardless of his injuries, he pinched his waist hard.

Lu Jing gasped in pain.

Maotou spoke for his future sister-in-law, "Sister-in-law is so worried about Brother Jing that she gets up early in the morning to make porridge for him, fearing that he will be hungry."

Zhou Qian: Thank you!

Lu Jing turned around and asked, "Can you cook porridge?" in a questioning tone.

"...What's so special about making porridge?" Although she was only responsible for lighting the fire.

"That's right, making porridge is so easy. My sister-in-law made the fire so good that it was ready in no time."

"Oh~" Lu Jing drawled, "It turns out that being able to light a fire is equivalent to being able to cook porridge."

Zhou Qian puffed out his cheeks and looked at him angrily.

Lu Jing was amused by her and pinched her soft cheeks. "Not bad, at least you can make a fire."

“…” How incompetent she was in his heart!

Zhou Qian suddenly felt a little frustrated.

It’s not that she hasn’t learned cooking, but she doesn’t seem to have any talent for it. Every time she cooks, the food is either too salty or tastes weird.

Over time, she gave up this erudition.