'How could she play favorites like this!'
Ming Lingyi: "How is this 'just throwing something together'? Are all the dishes at Ming's Restaurant just thrown together for the customers?"
"Of course not, but isn't it nice for us to cook together now?" Li Yun asked.
"Li Yun." Ming Lingyi really wanted to crack open his head and see what was inside. Even back when they were at the border, she would sometimes cook on a whim, but even then, she and Li Yun would only make a single dish together. After all, working in the kitchen was a delicate task; making one or two dishes as a token gesture was more than enough. "Do you have any idea how time-consuming those few dishes for Huazhao already are? Where would I find the energy to do anything else?"
"Then just make one dish for him," Li Yun demanded, full of self-righteousness. "He didn't even help, so one dish is more than enough."
If Ming Lingyi didn't understand what Li Yun meant by now, she would have to be a fool.
