"What's for lunch?" Mu Qianmo was tying his apron.
"Ah... Chicken stewed with mushrooms, crystal shrimp dumplings, fried spring bamboo shoots, soy pork elbows, borscht..." Jia Yanqiu, who was slumped on the sofa, started talking.
"There's only chicken stewed with mushrooms. Do you want to eat it?" Mu Qianmo wiped his hands slowly.
"Of course I'll eat it!" Jia Yanqiu, who instantly transformed into a pug, scurried beside Mu Qianmo and watched Mu Qianmo take out a bucket of instant noodles.
Bubble. . . Instant noodles?! Jia Yanqiu couldn't believe it.
"The only thing left at home is a bucket of instant noodles with chicken stew and mushroom flavor." Mu Qianmo said with an innocent face.
"Then what's boiling in your pot?" Jia Yanqiu had a look of betrayal on his face.
"What's cooking in the pot is not any of the things you mentioned above," Mu Qianmo said seriously while stirring the porridge.