Cooking, for Pei Yang, is as essential as sleeping and eating.
If someone were to say he couldn't cook, couldn't enter the kitchen, that's when he'd really start to worry.
Like Pei Huai just said, handing over the task of cooking to Pei Yang would only make him happy.
As they chatted, they had already brought all the dishes to the table.
During the meal, Pei Yang didn't idle.
He would either praise the eight-treasure porridge for being well-cooked or the buns for being perfectly steamed, or the side dishes for their unique flavor.
All the compliments were said by him alone, and the others didn't utter a word, simply burying their heads in their food.
After the meal, Jiang Ran looked at the heavy snow outside, a bit worried.
In such weather, should Pei Jing still be sent to kindergarten?
The main issue is that there are no air conditioners in the kindergarten classrooms at this time, and it's quite cold inside.
