Mu Xingfeng raised an eyebrow and knowingly nodded; he hadn’t expected making tangyuan would involve such intricacies.
"Instructor Mu, let me do it," An Ran thought that if Mu Xingfeng continued cooking, she might not get to eat at all.
However, Mu Xingfeng directly reached out and pushed her out of the kitchen: "Be good, go watch some TV for a while. Relax, I’ll make sure you get to eat soon."
Seeing as he had agreed to cook, how could he let the young girl, who was injured, cook? It was just making tangyuan, and he already knew the gist of it; he didn’t think he couldn’t handle it.
Soon, when Mu Xingfeng once again walked towards the refrigerator, An Ran already knew the result.
"Instructor Mu, I only bought two packs of tangyuan," one with black sesame filling and one with red bean paste filling. Could it be that the red bean paste ones were also sacrificed?
Mu Xingfeng’s hand paused on the refrigerator door. His cold and handsome face did not show a hint of embarrassment as he calmly said, "The tangyuan are ready. I was just worried that I didn’t shut the fridge door properly."
An Ran almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Fine, whatever you say, sir.
Watching Mu Xingfeng calmly press the fridge door, turn around, and head back to the kitchen, then come out with a steaming pot.
Seeing the pot, An Ran already smelled the faint scent of red bean paste, swallowed hard, and walked towards the dining table. After seeing the oily layer in the pot, the smile on her lips froze.
No wonder I smelled the red bean paste from afar. Can someone tell me why all the tangyuan are bleeding?
At this moment, Mu Xingfeng walked over with bowls and chopsticks. Seeing An Ran’s frozen expression, he calmly said, "I was worried they weren’t cooked, so I boiled them a bit longer. If I cook another batch, it should be better. Eat up."
With that, he casually served a bowl in front of An Ran and then served himself.
Watching Mu Xingfeng eat with gusto, An Ran was speechless: You’re really making me eat this stuff? Doesn’t your conscience hurt?
Reluctantly, her stomach was already growling with hunger. Having something to eat was better than an empty stomach, so An Ran picked up her chopsticks and took a bite, saying, "This is probably the easiest meal to digest I’ve ever had."
Mu Xingfeng looked up at An Ran and gently snorted, "Silly girl."
Even with food, she was being picky. Didn’t she know this was his first time cooking? She should feel honored.
Hearing this, An Ran shrank her neck, stuck out her tongue, and buried her head in her food.
These were her favorite tangyuan. Although they were all broken, it didn’t affect the taste at all. Finishing a bowl, An Ran rubbed her round belly, exceptionally satisfied.
Mu Xingfeng checked the time; it was almost four in the morning. He really had no idea what this girl was doing so late. Seeing her stifle several yawns, Mu Xingfeng said while clearing the table, "Hurry back to your room and get some sleep."
An Ran had the same thought. She bade Mu Xingfeng goodnight and returned to her room.
Mu Xingfeng’s biological clock was always on point, so even though there had been a ruckus in the middle of the night, he was still up by five-thirty the next morning.
After the morning run, he went to a nearby snack shop to buy breakfast. Returning home, he saw the guest room door was still closed and her shoes were still there, indicating the little girl was sleeping in. No wonder, she had gone to bed too late last night.
Mu Xingfeng tidied up the house. He always liked things neat and tidy, though last night’s simple meal had left the kitchen in quite a mess.