Ye Xiaoqian's face was covered in black ash, and she was still shaken.
"Get out." An Rong said coldly.
The slight goodwill I had finally developed vanished in an instant.
Hmph, all that bragging, so what if you can put out a fire?
Ye Xiaoqian rolled her eyes at him, then strode confidently out of the kitchen, a stark contrast to her panicked demeanor just moments before.
Back in the house, Yuan Doudou couldn't help but laugh when she saw her dirty face.
"Xiaoqian, your face," she kindly reminded her.
Ye Xiaoqian raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong with my face?"
There was a bronze mirror in the room. She went over and looked at herself, and was startled.
Damn it, that big iceberg saw this and made a fool of himself.
"I'm going to wash up." She covered her face and went out.
Yuan Doudou smiled and shook her head. She was clearly a grown woman, but she still acted like a child.
Ye Xiaoqian went to the kitchen to fetch water and saw An Rong standing in front of the stove, slowly stirring the food in the pot.
It turns out he really can cook.
This is a plus, and she's happy for DouDou.
Aside from having a bad temper, he's not that bad.
She has an outrageously ugly face, and she can cook.
No need to poke.
"Wash your hands and eat," An Rong said coldly.
These people from the martial arts world have no shame; they're staring at me like that.
Anyone can see this face? Only DouDou has that privilege.
Ye Xiaoqian blushed as if she had been caught red-handed, "Oh, okay, I understand."
Damn it, why is she so nervous?
It's just taking a peek, it won't hurt you.
In a short while, An Rong cooked corn porridge and made several fried pancakes.
I stir-fried an eggplant and served it with pickled vegetables.
It looks very refreshing.
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