'What has Mo Chengyu ever gotten from me?'
'That delicious meal from a few days ago? Was she going to give it back?'
A number of unpleasant images flashed through Jiang Qiuqiu's mind.
'Never mind, never mind. Let's not go there.'
Jiang Qiuqiu fell silent for a moment, and Mo Chengyu leaned back on the sofa and burst out laughing. "Alright, alright, we've exchanged gifts. If you really think I got the short end of the stick, you're welcome to come visit more often and bring me some of your cooking."
"I absolutely love your cooking."
Her eyes sparkled, and because her gaze was so sincere and clear, her face—which usually had the look of a gentle older sister—took on a touch of pure innocence.
Jiang Qiuqiu really liked this lively friend, so she nodded.
"Okay, I'll treat you to some good food in the future."
"Deal!"
However, Mo Chengyu wouldn't be able to enjoy any delicious food today.
