He reached out and held her slightly cold hands and smiled, "I will do whatever you want to eat."

"If you follow me like this, aren't you afraid of keeping me in the future? Apart from what you make, no one else's do will look down on anything else?"

She looked at him with a smile and continued, "I'm afraid I'll be wronged by Mr. Mo to be my royal chef in the future."

Such a joke made Mo Junhao laugh loudly.

With long arms wrapped around her slender waist, she said, "It is my honor to be a rare Miss Qing admires her face."

He was joking, but his eyes were filled with seriousness and affection. He could only speak in his heart: Zhiqing, as long as you are willing, I will cook for you for the rest of my life, just for you.

"So can I order food now?"

Han Zhiqing raised her eyebrows with a smile.

"Can."

Mo Junhao nodded, and then a smirk slipped across his eyes: "What kind of reward does Miss Qing give me?"

"What kind of compensation do you want?"

"Well...you."

The kiss fell to her lips badly, but Han Zhiqing avoided it one step closer to him:

"Stop making trouble, I'm going to starve to death, go and cook."

"Let me kiss first, give me some encouragement..."

"Your cooking skills are very good, no need for encouragement..."

She pushed away his handsome face, smiling in her eyes.

This not-so-large villa was filled with laughter and joy on this day, and the laughter of fighting spread throughout the villa, full of warmth.

Mohist mansion—

"Young Master, you are back."

After dinner with Han Zhiqing, he stayed with her for a long time before Han Zhiqing forced her back.

He entered the house with a very good mood and saw his parents sitting in the living room waiting for him. The atmosphere was a bit strange.
Chapter completed!