"But I can’t cook," Mu Xingfeng added, his tone calm and matter-of-fact.
An Ran’s expression instantly cracked... completely cracked, unable to hold back her pout as she said, "Instructor Mu, can’t you talk without taking such long pauses?"
Mu Xingfeng didn’t expect An Ran to respond, he paused slightly, looking at the little girl pouting, displaying a face of disdain yet grievance, which was quite charming. The corners of his mouth curved into a smile as he said, "Not bad, looks like you’ve got guts."
An Ran also spoke out in a moment of anger, and after saying it, she realized whom she was talking to, feeling a bit regretful. But seeing Mu Xingfeng still in the mood to tease her, she wasn’t afraid anymore, continuing to pout, though her voice became quieter, "Didn’t you say not to be afraid of you, Instructor Mu?"
Mu Xingfeng raised his hand to rub her little head, his voice hearty, sounding quite pleased, "That’s right, keep it up." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the refrigerator.
The little girl facing him fearlessly was far more adorable than being overly cautious.
An Ran lifted her head confusedly, looking at Mu Xingfeng: Is Instructor Mu... a masochist?
Mu Xingfeng opened the fridge and rummaged through it. Honestly, looking at the ingredients inside, he was really stumped. Cooking was far harder for him than writing a research report.
These colorful ingredients, various vegetables, how do they turn into delicious dishes?
"Instructor Mu, how about we cook some tangyuan? They’re easier to make."
Seeing Mu Xingfeng rummaging through the refrigerator for a long time without taking out anything, An Ran knew he really couldn’t cook, so she suggested making some frozen semi-products, which are easier for those who can’t cook.
Mu Xingfeng calmly closed the refrigerator door and said, "Alright, since you want to eat tangyuan, we’ll cook tangyuan." After saying that, he opened the freezer and took out a bag of tangyuan.
An Ran internally rolled her eyes: What do you mean I want to eat tangyuan? If I wanted to eat shredded pork noodles, could you make them?
Mu Xingfeng acted swiftly, the kitchen soon filled with sounds of water running and fire igniting. After a while, Mu Xingfeng walked out of the kitchen and went back to the fridge to take out another bag of tangyuan.
Could it be that he thinks the first bag wasn’t enough? They were all a pound each, An Ran couldn’t help but remind him, "Instructor Mu, one bag is enough for the two of us."
"Mm, that bag of tangyuan was completely ruined, it’s inedible, so I’m cooking another bag." Mu Xingfeng said matter-of-factly.
"Completely ruined? How come?" An Ran hurriedly rolled off the sofa and ran to the kitchen. Sure enough, in the kitchen trash can was a big lump of white goo with speckled black sesame filling.
An Ran’s face immediately fell, her favorite black sesame flavor.
Mu Xingfeng apologized with some guilt, "Don’t worry, this time I’ll make sure you get to eat."
Practice makes perfect, it seemed the heat wasn’t controlled properly last time. He felt confident that this time An Ran would get to eat delicious tangyuan.
Mu Xingfeng put water in the pot, turned on the fire, tore open the tangyuan package, and was about to pour them into the pot.
"Stop," An Ran really couldn’t bear to watch anymore, quickly stopping him.
Mu Xingfeng paused in his actions, looking at An Ran puzzledly. An Ran looked up to the sky speechlessly, "Instructor Mu, you have to wait until the water boils before adding the tangyuan." No wonder they got ruined, adding them to cold water, they’d be doomed not to ruin.