How many weeks are you going to confess?

Although he can cook, but they are all home-cooked dishes, and he is not very proficient in this kind of hard dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner.Not to mention Bian Jin, who has never cooked except for instant noodles, and can at most wash and order dishes.

The two were in a hurry, and when Bian Jin was singeing the pig's leg, he even set his own hair on fire, scaring Zhou Sijie almost to the point of jumping up, but luckily he found it in time, only the end was slightly burnt.

It's also lively.

From noon to seven o'clock in the evening, a New Year's Eve dinner was finally prepared, with seven dishes and two soups, five meat and two vegetables, and it looked quite decent.

Bian Jin also took a photo and said he would send it to Jiang Lesheng and the others to show off his cooking skills.

Zhou Sijie said affirmatively: "Well, then you must not let them see your bangs."

Bian Jin couldn't laugh or cry, Lian Li Le was dying.

There are many taboos in Zhou Sijie's diet, especially alcoholic beverages, so all they buy are fruit juices.

Bian Jin poured a glass of orange juice for Zhou Sijie, mango juice for Lian Li, and grapefruit juice for himself.

He raised his glass, "Happy New Year, Cheers!"

Zhou Sijie clinked glasses with him, "Happy New Year, I wish you and Lian Lian to be named on the Gold List next year."

Lian Li: "Happy New Year."

I hope my mother can see my admission letter.