"Mo Yong, were you lazy and ran to the kitchen just now?" After a long while, Wu Yu broke the silence and bumped Mo Yong beside him with his elbow.

"No." Mo Yong raised the object in his hand to prove his innocence.

Wu Yu and Mo Yong were stunned for a moment at the same time, and looked at Huangfulian aside, with the same thought in their hearts -

Could it be that Wang himself cooks?[

Impossible!

Don't say that Wang's hands are inconvenient and it's impossible to move them. Even if Wang's hands are good, he won't... uh, cook.

Last time Wang volunteered to boil medicine for Miss Jiang, he almost burned down the kitchen...

Therefore, he should not be the king.

There was no way he could cook that table of dishes.

If it's not the king, who is it?

The three people stood there fixedly, completely forgetting to react.

Until Jiang Nanyan brought out the last bowl of soup from the kitchen.

"Are you finished?" Jiang Nanyan put the soup on the table, turned around and asked.

"Jiang, Miss Jiang? You, can you cook?" Mo Yong and Wu Yu shouted in unison.

Although Jiang Nanyan grew up in the frontier, Jiang Feiying only had one daughter, so naturally he loved her very much and it was impossible to let her get away with anything.

Moreover, in their impression, Jiang Nanyan had never been in the kitchen, so why...

Huangfulian was also stunned and looked at her strangely.

"Yan'er, did you do these?" After a long while, he came back to his senses, put down the things in his hands, and walked to Jiang Nanyan.

"Yes, although it may not be as good as what Qian Gang made, it is still acceptable." Jiang Nanyan clapped her hands at a loss and said.

"You have never cooked before." Huangfulian looked at her intently, her voice a little dry and excited.

"Uh... this..." Jiang Nanyan paused, and then she remembered that Miss Qianjin couldn't get out of the house or step out of the door, so she couldn't cook.

She laughed awkwardly, "Well... I can actually cook, but I never had the chance. So, when I was at home, I would occasionally prepare a few dishes for dad... No, it was dad who cooked it.
Chapter completed!