We obviously grew up together, we obviously had fun every day, we obviously slept next door, we obviously spent the whole day together in the kitchen, and we were obviously on the road to becoming excellent cooks together. The person I called my good brother for ten years turned out to be a girl.
Feng Chengyin: I am blind. I must be blind. No, I have to marry her and be responsible for her.
Feng Chengyun: After a while, my desire to be an imperial minister is completely shattered.
The story of two dumb cooks, silly, sweet, and spoiled.