Qiao Jing was stunned, and before she could even speak, Zhan Qipei had already let go of her.
Only after Zhan Qipei had stepped back a few steps did she notice the man's somewhat gloomy expression.
She hesitated for a moment, pursed her red lips, and slowly said,
"I didn't eat very much, I want to eat a bit more, and also, didn't I say you didn't have to cook for me?"
Although she had already eaten dinner with Zhan Nanqing earlier in the evening, fortunately, she usually didn't eat much at night, so it wouldn't be a problem to eat a little more now.
It was mainly because she saw the expression on the man's face that she couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.
Hearing Qiao Jing say this, the dullness in Zhan Qipei's eyes finally brightened as he held Qiao Jing's wrist and led her to the kitchen.
"If you want to cook, let's cook."
Without Qiao Jing joining him for dinner, it was no exaggeration to say that today's meal felt as tasteless as chewing wax.
