Quick Wear Peace

Although he was secretly delighted in his heart, he did not show it on his face.

"Try it quickly and see how it tastes." Donghua handed the chopsticks to An Ning and looked at her with anticipation in his eyes.

An Ning picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of potato shreds and put it in her mouth: "Where's Xiaobao, has he eaten yet?"

Donghua thought for a moment and said, "He must have eaten."

Donghua thought of the food he had prepared. An Xiaobao seemed to have tasted it, then said that his younger brother wanted to have dinner with him, and then left in a hurry.

An Ning nodded and tasted the shredded potatoes. What was that taste like? Sour and salty.

She wanted to spit it out, but when she saw Donghua's expectant eyes, she swallowed it with difficulty.

I tried hard to force a smile: "It's delicious."

Donghua's eyes lit up, and he picked up the serving chopsticks and put other dishes on An Ning's plate: "Try the others."

An Ning picked up a little bit with chopsticks and put it in her mouth. An Ning felt as if she had entered heaven and couldn't help but shed tears.

An Ning forgot where she heard this: feeling sorry for a man is the beginning of a woman's misfortune.

"Is it so delicious?" Donghua saw An Ning shedding tears and quickly wiped them with a handkerchief.

An Ning came back to her senses, picked up the serving chopsticks, and diligently put a large chopstick of food into his bowl: "Come, you try it too."

Donghua put the food into his mouth.

An Ning observed Donghua's expression, which was expressionless, and vomited after a while.

He picked up the food and walked towards the kitchen.

An Ning followed closely and saw him pour the food into the trash can she made herself.

Then he sat on the small bench, not knowing what he was thinking.

An Ning walked forward and patted Donghua on the shoulder: "Can you help me light the fire?"

Donghua came to his senses and nodded. He knew this. An Xiaobao had just taught him.

An Ning went out to wash her hands, and before leaving, she asked uncertainly, "Can you make a fire?"

Donghua nodded affirmatively.

When An Ning came back, she found thick black smoke coming out of her kitchen.

An Ning was so scared that she quickly opened the kitchen door.

"Cough cough cough." Donghua walked out while coughing due to choking.

An Ning saw that Donghua was fine, so she covered her mouth and nose, fetched a bucket of water, and walked into the kitchen, where she saw thick smoke coming out of the fire.

Take the bucket and pour it on the firewood.

An Ning walked out and saw Donghua standing there with a dark face, like a child who had done something wrong, anxiously waiting for the teacher to punish him.

"Come on, I'll take you to wash up." An Ning pulled Donghua into the room and used magic to get him a few buckets of hot water.

An Ning was about to leave when she suddenly heard something.

"Do you think I can't do anything and always cause trouble for you?"

A lost voice came.

An Ning paused, thinking of Donghua's identity: "I don't know what your identity is, but I know that you must have a lot of people serving you. You don't need to do these things. It's normal for you not to reply to me."

“You don’t need to do things you’re not good at when you have something you’re good at.”

"Ah."

Hearing the response, An Ning left the room, walked to the kitchen, and cast a spell to restore.

I really don't want to clean it up myself. Why should I clean it up myself when I can use spells?

"Gululu..."

Hearing the rumbling coming from her stomach, An Ning ate some pastries to fill her stomach.

Then he went to the kitchen and cooked a light meal.

When Donghua came out, the food was already ready.