C82 There Is a Kind of Love Called No Fate(12)

Hearing Qi Qi's words, Yi Ouhua immediately turned around. He found that the dishes in the wok had already been poured into the plate and the next dish had yet to be stir-fried.

Looking at the shiny metal pot, Yi Ouhua turned his head and looked helplessly at Qi Qi, who was walking towards the sofa. He sighed and continued cooking.

Although Qi Qi looked fine on the surface