In the afternoon, Xiaoguo had just put down her needle and thread and was stretching her neck.

At this moment, Jiang Danhe came in from the door, and Xiaoguo quickly put the quilt over his boots.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaoguo looked at Jiang Shanhe nervously, not sure if he saw it just now.

"It's nothing, someone is coming over tonight, can you cook some dishes?"

The first thing Jiang Shanhe did when he came back was to ask Xiaoguo if he could cook.

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