Just when the internet was buzzing with arguments, Zhang Fan at that time had already tied on his apron, looking every bit the part of a head chef.
Di Xiele, her eyes glowing, stared at Zhang Fan, finding it hard to believe that Zhang Fan could cook.
The scariest part was the pile of densely packed dishes. Was he planning to cook a whole table's worth of food?
"Garlic!"
"Coming!"
Ye Xuan, also wearing an apron, got busy.
"Busty girl, could you please go out? You're messing around, and I can't keep up with you, go out, don't block the way." Zhang Fan, looking at Busty girl stunned in the kitchen, immediately yelled.
Damn, the kitchen is only this big, you come crowding in, plus your 36E, you take up so much space.
Di Xiele immediately pouted, annoyed and itching with anger, so what if her breasts are big, it's not like they've eaten his family's buns.
Suddenly, Di Xiele put her hands on her hips and shouted, "I'm not going out, what are you going to do about it?"
