He had only left for a few short minutes, yet he appeared with so much stuff?
Shen Zhixuan, are you the thousand-armed Guanyin?
God knows, after Shen Zhixuan casually left the hall, he immediately switched to a hundred-meter sprint mode. He entered the main house's kitchen like it was a battlefield. After grabbing flour, eggs, and seasonings, he started a frantic search.
He took whatever he saw because, after all, a pregnant woman's cravings can change at any moment. Besides, the night was long—who could guarantee Zhong Lingling wouldn't get hungry again after eating the pancake?
Zhong Lingling stared at Shen Zhixuan in surprise as he stood in the doorway. Shen Zhixuan, suppressing the desire to pant heavily, hooked his lips, maintaining a perfect smile.
He strode over.
Zhong Lingling hurriedly got up to meet him.
"You just sit there, I'll make the pancake for you!" Shen Zhixuan said.
