Hillary looked at Jian Dan, puzzled.
Jian Dan's lips curled up slightly, and she said casually, "I will help, but I only help my friends. Are you my friend?" Jian Dan raised her eyebrows and asked in return.
"Then, then I'll be your friend now." Hillary said as she extended a small hand of friendship to Jian Dan.
"I don't make friends with just anyone."
"Then what kind of people can be your friends?" Hillary asked anxiously.
"To be friends with me? First, you need to be able to cook well. And as a seasoned foodie, being able to cook well is naturally a must for my friends."
As soon as Jian Dan finished speaking, a difficult expression appeared on Hillary's face, but after just a few seconds, Hillary seemed to have made some major decision. She said solemnly to Jian Dan, "If I manage to do it, then we can be friends, right?"
