"No need, Mohan and Uncle cook delicious meals, let them do it," Ye Jiuliang said.
After all, there were plenty of ingredients at home to make lots of tasty things.
"Your uncle is coming over for dinner, and having him cook doesn't seem quite right, does it?" Ye Yuan expressed his concern.
Ye Jiuliang raised his eyes to look at him, feeling his nervousness as if he was about to meet the parents, and couldn't help but laugh.
"It's fine, Uncle himself said he wanted to eat at home, and he wants to cook. If you don't believe me, ask him tonight."
"Really?" Ye Yuan asked, half believing and half doubting.
Ye Jiuliang nodded seriously.
Ye Yuan finally relaxed, "So where do we go now?"
Ye Jiuliang thought for a moment and smiled, "To eat."
Ye Yuan naturally had no reason to disagree with his little cotton-padded jacket's words.
He stretched out his hand to open the car door, Ye Jiuliang got into the car, and after making sure she was seated, he then closed the car door.
