Tong Ran was wearing a pink apron around her waist and cat slippers on her feet that she had bought just for Nannan. She held a pot lid in one hand and was using chopsticks in the other to flip the golden brown dumplings frying in the pan.
She occasionally used the pot lid as a shield, worried that the oil might splatter onto her.
Mo Nanjue walked in, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and placing them on her abdomen. Tong Ran froze for a moment, "Why are you up already?"
The man's chin rested on her neck's crook, "Came to see what delicious things you're making for me."
"Go out," Tong Ran nudged him with her elbow, "Don't let it splatter on you."
The man picked up a strand of her hair that hadn't been tied up, "You knew it would splatter, and you still made it?"
"Don't you love eating them?" Tong Ran gave him a sideways glare, "I can't make the Western food you like, but you love fried dumplings, so of course, I'll make them every day."
"Trying to please me?"
