Jiang Qiao frowned and broke out in a sweat. She felt dizzy and her dream seemed real at one moment and unreal at another.
Jiang Qiao slept all night and woke up the next morning.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she met Pei Yan's gaze. He smiled at her: "Sister, it worked."
Jiang Qiao felt his mouth was dry and he opened his mouth but no sound came out.
Pei Yan quickly helped Jiang Qiao up and took the water on the table to feed her.
Shi Chuan was sleeping nearby. He opened his eyes when he heard the sound and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Qiao wake up. "Luckily you didn't turn into a zombie, otherwise who would cook for us? But considering you're very weak today, tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it."
After drinking the water, Jiang Qiao finally felt his throat better. "Can you do it?"
Before Shi Chuan could speak, Pei Yan spoke up, "Sister, I can cook. It's delicious. Would you like to try it?"
He blinked his big eyes, which made people feel soft-hearted.
Shi Chuan’s only shortcoming is that he can’t cook. This damn green tea bastard.
"You keep calling me sister all the time, what are you pretending for?"
Pei Yan looked cold and ignored him.
Jiang Qiao once again acted as a peacemaker, "I am indeed older than both of you. You can both call me sister."
Pei Yan thought, if Shi Chuan died, he would be the only one who could be with his sister.
Shi Chuan: "I don't want to."
Jiang Qiao didn't want to care anymore. She was hungry: "Pei Yan, I want to eat the meal you cook."
Pei Yan stood up and said, "Okay."
Shi Chuan: "What's so great about being able to cook? You're still a weakling."
Jiang Qiao: "Dashachun, what are you talking about? Being able to cook is amazing."
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