Seeing Liu Yiqing's smile, the cold sun spoiled her and held her tighter. "Well, go to bed quickly. You're sick. You need more rest to get well soon. You don't need to get up early tomorrow. I'll cook breakfast for you and let you taste my craftsmanship."

Cooking in cold weather? Liu Yiqing is not calm, he is a young man, with golden keys, how can he come down to the kitchen? "Are you kidding? You can cook?"

"Oh, I can only make a simple Chinese breakfast, the rest will not."

That's because he likes to eat Chinese breakfast. He and Carrie used to stay at home and don't want...