While listening to Zheng Ziyan happily talking about the MV of the school gate shot by the on-site students on the S CPU, Zheng Qingping put the dishes on the table one by one. "What are you excited about? Why don't you cook tonight's dishes first? You've just learned high-quality cuisine on the Internet!"
Zheng Hongyi was not so happy. "Qingping, those people are from the underworld. Do you want to hide?" She looked at her younger brother, who had just finished cooking in the kitchen, worriedly. It was impossible for them to give up.
"It's okay, my big sister." Zheng Qingping walked behind her and pushed her all the way to the table. "Eat, eat, it's delicious! It's nutritious and full of nutrition. It's a pity to eat without makeup and blood!"
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Zheng Ho
