Yue Lan lifted her eyelids to glance at He Jianing, let out a derisive laugh, and parted her red lips.
"I found these cards. I can give them to anyone I want. Want some? Not! A! Chance!"
He Jianing pouted pitifully, his eyes reddening on cue.
"You've misunderstood, Ms. Yue. How could I take something you worked so hard to find?"
Then he turned to Fu Yunxi, his voice growing several degrees sweeter.
"Yunxi, you're so amazing, finding so many."
"Ah!"
Fu Yunxi could barely keep his eyes open.
"I just didn't want to cook. I'm so tired."
"..."
He Jianing's expression stiffened.
The director waved his palm-leaf fan.
"All right, let's see what everyone's cards say."
Of the eighteen cards in Xie Lin's hand, half said "one bag of snacks." The rest said either "one shrimp" or "one tomato"-clearly ingredients.
"Director, we're using these for dinner?"
"That's right. Everything's ready!"
All five of them turned to He Jianing, distrust written all over their faces.
Yue Lan stared at him for a while, then turned to discuss with Yu Zhiwei how many dishes they could make from those ingredients.
He Jianing hurriedly raised his hand, his face full of eagerness.
"Don't worry, everyone. I'll do my best..."
Xie Lin clicked his tongue.
"I'm not risking it. I don't want to be poisoned to death. Good thing I've got snacks."
"It's fine."
Yue Lan chuckled.
"My cooking's nothing special, but I've got a teacher."
With that, she took Yu Zhiwei into the kitchen without looking back.
[Xie Lin's seriously got something wrong with him. Ningbao's being nice and cooking. Eat it or don't!]
[Then starve if you're scared of being poisoned. Who invited him anyway?]
[Yue Lan has no manners. What did Ningbao ever do to you?]
[Wait, isn't He Jianing