When Nan Jiaojiao came out, she could already smell the aroma of the spices. She excitedly ran into the kitchen and saw Bo Yanching standing in front of a pot, tinkering. The pot was making quite a loud noise, steaming away.
She silently retreated to the doorway, clutching the door frame, "What are you doing, planting a bomb?"
Bo Yanching replied irritably, "If it were a real bomb making such noise, neither of us would survive."
"Pft, pft, pft, that's unlucky."
Bo Yanching turned, raised his brows outward, "Go play for a while and wait to eat."
She blinked her eyes, "Do you need me to help you?"
"No need, don't tire yourself."
He was worried the kitchen might explode.
Nan Jiaojiao only thought he was really considerate, "Then I'll leave you some fruit."
Bo Yanching responded, "Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao went out confidently, sat cross-legged on the carpet, turned on cartoons, and dragged the fruit platter in front of her.
