What a contradictory little girl, she even worried that I wouldn’t get enough to eat. Mu Xingfeng looked at the second bowl of noodles, feeling entirely satisfied.
"An Ran, do you often cook at home?" Mu Xingfeng casually asked while eating. He wanted to know more about this girl. Although Lin Junyang had given him detailed information, there were some life details that were missing.
"Yes, when I was young I lived with my grandmother. She was old, so by the time I was eight, I started cooking simple meals. Later, when I moved back to the city, my mom would often go play cards and come back late, so I was usually in charge of cooking at home."
An Ran spoke while eating, completely unaware that Mu Xingfeng had stopped his chopsticks, gazing at her with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
Starting to cook at the age of eight, while the eldest sister, who’s now twenty-eight, still can’t cook. That family didn’t treat her too well, probably because she was a foster child.
After finishing the meal, An Ran started to clean up the dishes and was heading to the kitchen when Mu Xingfeng took the dishes from her hands.
"From now on, you cook, and I’ll wash the dishes." With this simple sentence, he laid out their division of labor.
Looking at the empty bowl that had just been taken from her, An Ran blinked. Did Instructor Mu mean that he would often come here for meals from now on? Well, you can’t speak ill of someone who feeds you, can’t take advantage of the kind-hearted, and I guess you also shouldn’t overstay your welcome.
An Ran stood at the kitchen door, watching the man washing dishes inside.
Today, Mu Xingfeng was wearing formal clothes, probably coming directly from the hospital.
Honestly, not only was Mu Xingfeng handsome, but he also had an excellent physique. Standing over six feet tall, with a tall and slender figure, those long legs of his could easily overshadow those Korean pop stars.
In that formal suit, he looked heroic and handsome, while yesterday’s casual outfit made him look exceptionally dignified. Indeed, some people are just natural clothes hangers, looking good in anything.
Now he stood by the sink, with his sleeves rolled up high. Even just washing dishes, he looked irresistibly charming.
Although Mu Xingfeng kept his head down, he could feel the intense gaze from the door. He smirked and, after finishing the last dish, suddenly looked up at her: "Why? Worried that I’m not washing them clean?"
"No, no," An Ran’s ears turned red. She knew it, beauty could mislead people. She really needed to get rid of her starstruck tendencies.
Frustrated, An Ran returned to the living room, plopped down on the sofa, annoyedly ran her fingers through her hair, and picked up the remote to watch TV.
Mu Xingfeng watched the little girl retreat with a flushed face, his smile growing wider. Quickly finishing washing the dishes, he stepped out to see the little girl watching TV.
The TV seemed to be showing a reality show, and the little girl was smiling with her eyes curved into crescents.
Mu Xingfeng walked over with his long strides, but as soon as the little girl saw him coming, she immediately straightened her expression and sat upright on the sofa.
Mu Xingfeng’s eyes darkened. Was she really that scared of him?
Irritated, Mu Xingfeng walked over and plopped down beside An Ran.
An Ran only felt the sofa sink beside her, followed by a chill that felt cooler than direct air conditioning.
Looking at Instructor Mu’s face, oh my god, isn’t it just washing some dishes? Besides, she was watching at the door not because she was afraid he wouldn’t wash them clean, but because she couldn’t help getting mesmerized by his good looks.
An Ran felt that, for the sake of her little life, she should probably make herself scarce.