Translator: _Min_
On that day, they ended up eating delivery.
Feng San was still haunted by the mory.
Fortunately, it was just the kitchen that blew up.
If Si Fuqing had actually managed to cook sothing, he feared it might have been him who exploded.
“That’s why you need to learn cooking, Uncle Nine,” Yu Tang worriedly advised. “As the saying goes, to capture a girl’s heart, you must first capture her stomach!”
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