"Screw you!" Li Routing's long and slender fingers went back and forth in the beef area, "I won't make such high-grade stuff!"
She pouted slightly, and said with a childish look on her handsome face, "You can do it!"
Li Routing's fingers slightly paused as she lowered her head. Her scattered hair blocked the other side of her face, preventing others from seeing her expression.
Her eyes, which were once as beautiful as stars, were a bit empty, carrying sadness, loneliness, and loneliness. "Zihan, you clearly know why I didn't make steak!"
She would cook, just because that person liked to eat. So she deliberately learned it just for his good song. She also promised that she would only cook it for him.
Mo Zihan naturally knew why this was. A flash of disappointment crossed his eyes, but
