Sure enough, Su Junhao paused for a few seconds and then said, "What? Cooking?"
"Oh, shit..." He couldn't help but curse at the end.
Qin Yin wiped the nonexistent sweat from her forehead and then heard Jian Yanyan's voice chirping on the phone, "Ask him what dishes he's cooking, hurry up and ask."
Then Qin Yin heard Su Junhao ask, "What dishes is Achen cooking? Are there chicken wings? Chicken legs or something?"
This time it was Qin Yin's turn to be stunned, chicken wings? Chicken legs? Aren't these the things little Nianzhi loves to eat? Could it be that Su Junhao likes them too?
No, it seems like Jian Yanyan loves them.
"Yes..." Qin Yin replied, and Jian Yanyan's voice noisily rang out again from the phone, "Quickly say we're coming over to mooch a meal."
Then Qin Yin heard Su Junhao saying, "We're out here working our tails off, and Achen is leisurely cooking dinner. We have to go over and eat; remember not to serve dinner too early, it takes us an hour to get there."
