Su Qingqing giggled and looked at Yun Fei, saying, "Flirtatious Fei, when did you become so nice, even taking the initiative to cook?"
"You little brat, was I ever mean to you before?" Yun Fei tapped her on the head lightly and laughed, "If you have any complaints, then fine, I won't cook, and we'll all go out to eat."
"No, no, no!"
Su Qingqing changed her tune quickly, hugging Yun Fei's arm and shaking it, "Sister Fei, you're the best, go and cook now."
"That's more like it."
Yun Fei nodded in satisfaction and let go of her hand, heading toward the kitchen.
But as soon as she took a step, she saw Chen Nan and Su Qingqing sticking together again, chatting and laughing, truly enjoying themselves.
Yun Fei instantly felt depressed.
It was precisely because she saw Chen Nan and Su Qingqing together that she felt uncomfortable, which is why she pulled them apart and suggested eating inside; but now those two were stuck together once more. What was the point of her cooking then?
