An Ran looked at Mu Xingfeng in a black shirt with a pink apron on top. This contrast gave him a unique feeling, adding a touch of warmth to his originally cold exterior, like a deity pulled down from the altar.
After tying the apron, he meticulously unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled them up carefully.
Watching his extremely handsome posture, An Ran secretly swallowed her saliva. She suddenly remembered something Xiao Xiao had said: the three actions by men that are most criminally attractive: taking off a wristwatch, unbuttoning cuffs, and... undoing a belt.
Holy crap, Instructor Mu’s pose was just too alluring. An Ran quickly turned her head to look at the fish in her hands, silently reciting ’Human nature is good at birth’ twice in her heart, and calmly negotiated with him: "How about you handle the vegetables?"
The man nodded, his sexy and magnetic voice rang out: "Okay."
An Ran skillfully prepared boiled fish, spicy crayfish, and stir-fried beef with green peppers.
Mu Xingfeng looked at the table full of spicy dishes and frowned slightly. This girl had forgotten about his last stomachache again.
Watching her deal with the ribs, he asked: "How are you going to cook this?" Could it be another spicy rib dish?
An Ran’s actions paused. She loved sweet and sour ribs and intended to make that, but Mu Xingfeng’s question reminded her that he didn’t like sweet food.
Before she could answer, Mu Xingfeng asked again: "How do you like your ribs? You tell me, and I’ll make it for you." As he spoke, he had already taken the chef’s position.
Being able to command Instructor Mu was such a rare opportunity that An Ran nodded without hesitation. Even if she couldn’t have sweet and sour ribs, she accepted it.
In fact, smart people learn everything quickly and understand quickly. Mu Xingfeng had gone from being flustered at the beginning to handling everything with ease in the end.
Cooking the meat, frying it in oil, and even later boiling the rock sugar syrup, he managed it without any pressure. Except for controlling the heat, which required a bit of advice from An Ran, everything went very smoothly.
Looking at the boiling ribs in the pot, Mu Xingfeng’s eyes revealed complex emotions: "An Ran, how did you learn to cook so many dishes? Were your adoptive parents bad to you?"
He remembered her saying that her adoptive mother loved playing cards. She had no food to eat when she came home from school, so she had to cook for herself. Although she talked about it lightly, for a young girl to learn so many dishes in three years, it was probably not just to fill her stomach.
Speaking of this, An Ran’s eyes dimmed, and she sighed softly: "My adoptive parents treated me well. Although my adoptive mother made me do a lot of housework, she wasn’t very harsh on me. And cooking had little to do with them."
"Hmm?" Could there be another reason?
An Ran smiled self-deprecatingly: "Actually, I seriously learned to cook for a man."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xingfeng’s presence grew colder. For a man? Was it Ye Sheng again?
An Ran didn’t notice the coldness emitting from Mu Xingfeng and continued speaking: "At that time, that man was perfect in my heart. I never thought I had anything to attract him. The better he treated me, the more I wanted to repay him, but I had nothing to give in return except to cook good meals for him, thinking I could one day be his virtuous wife. But guess what happened later?"
An Ran turned her head to look at Mu Xingfeng, her dark eyes carrying a trace of lost coldness, along with some self-mocking sarcasm.
Although Lin Junyang had already mentioned her story with Ye Sheng in the information he provided to him, he still cooperatively asked: "What happened?"