C63 I'll Cook It Myself

"Again!"

Meng Qi's voice pulled my son back.

"Ah, what's wrong!"

Meng Qi pointed at the things in the car and said.

"I want to ask you if you want to eat this?"

I nodded.

"You can make it if you buy it. I'm not a picky eater!"

Meng Qi smiled when he heard me. He nodded and pushed the cart forward. I knocked my own head. Then...

I followed him