Mo Liu seemed a bit intimidated by this girl. He squeezed out a tiny smile and said nonchalantly, "Why would I call you? You're not a chef!"
Sisi raised her eyebrows. It'd been a while since she'd seen Mo Liu so lively and animated.
Back when they were in school, she often saw Mo Liu bickering and snatching food with Shangguan and Liu Qiqi, looking all spirited. But ever since he went to Hong Kong, his smile became more perfect, yet he seemed less enthusiastic.
Who exactly is this girl?
She could provoke Mo Liu so effortlessly?
Seems like something's up!
Sisi immediately perked up, pretending to be indifferent as she looked at the scenery outside the window, but actually, she was listening keenly and observing the interaction between the two with sidelong glances.
"I don't know how to cook, but my dad and big brother do!"
The girl said as she set down the dishes from the tray onto the table—seven or eight plates in total, clearly more than they had ordered.
