C525 There Have be No Progress in the Art of Cooking

After returning home, Zhong Meo bought a bunch of vegetables and fiddled around in the kitchen for a long time.

Even her parents were looking at her strangely.

"Well, son, what's the matter with you?" His father stuck his head out of the kitchen door and asked, "Why are you suddenly interested in cooking?"

He could smell the burnt smell in the living room