After she said this, Mingzhu clearly noticed that Zhuo Dabao's face looked even worse.
He stared at her for three seconds, then turned around to walk into the kitchen without wanting to talk to her further.
This place was rarely visited, though someone cleaned regularly, no one knew if there were any ingredients left in the fridge.
Zhuo Yifan opened the fridge; there weren't many ingredients, just a few eggs and some sausages.
He checked the expiration dates; the sausages were still good, and the eggs seemed edible.
Given the limited ingredients, he could only cook egg noodles for her.
Although Yifan felt frustrated, it was late at night, and he had advised her not to go out randomly.
Still, he couldn't just ignore her; at least when she's hungry, he should make sure she's well-fed.
Mingzhu sat in the living room and heard the sound of oil sizzling, raising her eyebrows slightly.
So, he went in to cook something.
Mingzhu snorted quietly; he's all bark and no bite.
