Ji Anning was puzzled, "Uncle, why have you brought me to a restaurant?"
Weren't they supposed to be looking for food? Could it be that he wasn't taking her out to eat?
Without a word, Ji Chicheng walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and pressed Ji Anning down into the seat.
"Sit."
After calling out to Ji Anning, he turned and entered the kitchen.
Ji Anning, curious, stood up and followed. She saw Ji Chicheng take an apron from behind the door, skillfully put it on, and then open the refrigerator to rummage through it.
He found some vegetables and ingredients.
So he was going to cook for her. Ji Anning's lips curved into a smile, and a touch of sweetness rose in her heart.
If he wanted her to sit, then she would wait there.
Ji Anning returned to her seat. From the kitchen came the crackling sound of stir-frying several times, yet Ji Chicheng did not come out.
Just the two of them eating, how many dishes had he made?
