Feng Xueyan chuckled, "I bet the kitchen is a total mess thanks to Xiaobei right now."
Watching Feng Xueyan's shaking body, Feng Junjun felt a bit envious...
She quickly snapped back, hesitating slightly, "It shouldn't be that bad! Although Xiaobei isn't good at cooking, he should at least manage the hangover soup."
Hearing Feng Junjun's words, Feng Xueyan pursed her lips, shaking her head again, "I doubt it! Anyway, let's just wait and see, maybe a miracle will happen!"
"Mm!"
Gently nodding, Feng Junjun looked toward the kitchen...
It was too far to see clearly, but Feng Junjun could see the light was definitely on over there...
...
If Hu Xiaobei in the kitchen had heard Feng Xueyan's words, he would surely be surprised.
Because she had seen right through him.
"Why is this so difficult!"
Hu Xiaobei sighed, his eyelids twitching wildly...
At this moment, Hu Xiaobei, holding a knife, looked gloomily at the yellow ginger on the cutting board.
