Wan Chu'er pouted and said, "I had lunch with Mai Qiqi outside."
Jiang Kechu paused for a moment, let go of Wan Chu'er and said, "It's hot nowadays, and the food spoils easily, don't eat these." After speaking, he picked up the plate and dumped the food inside into the trash bin.
Tsk, what a sin! Wasting food is shameful.
Wan Chu'er criticized in her heart, then thought about it, it seemed like she was the one wasting food by not eating it.
Watching Jiang Kechu swiftly rolling up his sleeves and busying himself in the kitchen again, Wan Chu'er didn't leave. She leaned against the kitchen door and said, "Uncle Jiang, I have a proposal."
"What is it?"
Jiang Kechu was chopping vegetables, his knife skills sharp and quick as he finely and swiftly sliced the potatoes.
"If you're worried, I can hire a nanny to cook specifically for me, so you won't need to come over."
Without looking up, Jiang Kechu said, "No."
