Chen Ming bypassed Yao Fangfang directly and walked up to Tian Sangsang, awkwardly asking, "Sangsang, could I pick a flower from your backyard?"
In the heat of summer, as a man, Chen Ming would naturally sweat a lot. No matter how frequently he showered, his house always seemed to carry a faint smell of sweat. So, why not borrow a flower or two to freshen things up?
"Of course." Tian Sangsang didn't ask why and replied casually, "Why be so polite with me? Pick as many as you like."
Chen Ming chuckled, suddenly recalling childhood memories of playing with Tian Sangsang. Back then, she was still quite adorable, and he had completely seen her as a little sister.
"Let me know if there's anything you want to eat from outside, and I'll bring it back for you," Chen Ming said with a gentle tone. "But after you cook, you'll have to share some of it with me." It was as if he was providing ingredients just for Tian Sangsang to cook for him.
