It was only a little past five, but the sky was already growing dark. Before anyone realized it, November was more than halfway over.
The Magical Boy Cabin,
Besides Meng Lang, Gou Yu had also come over and sat by the little table.
Today was the day for the women of The Cabin to show off their cooking skills.
Somewhere along the way, Ming Ling had heard that Fang Ran had learned how to cook. That guy she had always looked down on had somehow become better than her at something.
Feeling thoroughly unconvinced and thinking, If he can do it, so can I, Ming Ling had swept up a pile of ingredients at the supermarket and decided to cook tonight.
Of course, Tang Bing, Fang Xiaoran, and Xia Yao would be nearby to "help."
As for letting a rich young lady who had probably never cooked a meal in her life into the kitchen,
Meng Lang and Gou Yu remained remarkably calm at the little table.
The former trusted that even if she blew up the kitchen, she still could not make anything that could make someone's clothes burst when eaten. The latter objectively and rationally reasoned that Tang Bing, Fang Xiaoran, and Xia Yao were there too.
Cooking skill levels of 10, 7, 5, and 1 averaged out to above the ordinary level, so there should not be any problems.
Compared with dinner, what they cared about more at the moment was—
"Did something happen? Why did the captain leave in such a hurry?"
Gou Yu glanced toward the kitchen, where Ming Ling had not noticed them. Thinking of how Fang Ran had suddenly received a message a few minutes ago and immediately spatially teleported out of The Cabin, he looked out the window and asked worriedly.
"Relax,