The congee she had put so much effort into making, and he didn't appreciate it, preferring to order some takeout instead. Originally, Ye Qiao was a bit indignant, but now, hearing Ji Mo say he would cook for her himself, her slight displeasure was immediately replaced with surprise.
"You said it, it's a promise!"
"A promise!" Ji Mo opened the takeout bag and started taking out the dishes one by one, setting them on the table, "I didn't know what you liked, so I ordered a few of the restaurant's signature dishes for you to try... Huh..." He suddenly bent down, sniffing the dishes on the table, "Strange, why is there a burnt smell?"
Ye Qiao sniffed and indeed smelled, in addition to the fragrance of food and congee, a somewhat scorched odor in the air. After her eyes quickly scanned the dishes on the table, she suddenly realized, and with a low exclamation, she dashed into the kitchen.
"Ah, my congee!"
