"Baby, how long do you plan to make me squat?" Sheng Sheng showed a pleading look.
"Until I kiss your ear," Maimai said, putting the dishes on the plate and sniffing: "Wow, smells amazing! This is the first dish I've ever made, and it's perfect in color, aroma, and taste. I'm going to take a picture and show it off to my fans."
Maimai took out her phone and snapped several pictures.
Sheng Sheng squatted beside her and said, "Did you really make it? How shameless, it was me who cooked it."
"How wasn't it me? You were squatting, how could you cook?"
"Shameless! There are still a few dishes, you should make them too."
He did the whole process, just asked her to plate it, and it turned into her labor of love. Taking selfies and showing off, Sheng Sheng was reluctant to disdain her.
Maimai pouted, "Fine, I'll make them."
Sheng Sheng's eyes lit up instantly, "You're cooking?"
"Yeah."
"You know how?"
