From time to time, a voice of protest came from the living room: "Little White, is your meal ready or not? I'm starving."
Ever since meeting this man, An Nan's icy demeanor had become increasingly rare. She was still her professional self at work, but at home, she was just a mischievous and gluttonous little woman.
The hands continued their tasks, not forgetting to respond to the little woman in the living room: "Almost done, come and help bring the dishes."
As soon as the words were spoken, the pair who were lounging on the sofa in the living room squeezed into the kitchen.
The three of them worked together to bring Lin Mubai's cooked dishes out from the kitchen. Looking at the table full of food, An Jiayou gave Lin Mubai a thumbs up, his fondness for this man growing more and more: "Not bad, not bad, I didn't expect a young master like you to handle the kitchen."
