In an instant, the awkwardness in her heart vanished.
"You really have thick skin." She instinctively picked up the cup on the table and scalded it with hot water.
"I'm just stating a fact. Would you say otherwise?"
It was true, but did he really have to say it so bluntly?
After scalding her own bowl and chopsticks, Ye Ranran picked up Jun Mochan's and carefully repeated the process for him, then arranged them neatly for him.
"Thank you."
"It's what I should do."
She made him get hurt, so naturally, she ought to take care of him.
Jun Mochan didn't refute. What she said was one thing, but what he thought was another: she was his wife, so thanking her wasn't necessary.
The dishes were served quickly. They ordered three dishes and one soup—one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and a nutritious soup—just right.
After eating, Ye Ranran took out her phone. Seeing over a dozen missed calls on it, her brows furrowed slightly.
