"No matter how hard I try to be a good wife and mother who can manage the household, it’s still not as good as someone else sleeping with him once. He even calmly told me when I caught them, that I couldn’t satisfy his physical needs and sleeping with others was purely physical? Damn it, am I not a woman? Oh right, he also said it was because he cherished me that he slept with others. I don’t think a three-year-old would believe that." An Ran ended with a bitter smile.
Mu Xingfeng raised his hand to stroke her long hair, his tone firm, "He will regret it."
An Ran casually lifted her head slightly, blinked her eyes twice quickly, and then looked at the ingredients in front of her, waving her hand indifferently, "Even if he regrets it, I wouldn’t care. The world is so big, aren’t there plenty of men with two legs?"
Mu Xingfeng looked at her angry little expression and wanted to say, look at me, I’m here, I am.
"Ah, the smell is coming out," the fuming little woman suddenly sniffed her nose. The next second, her dull eyes lit up, staring at the pot and exclaiming.
The pot emitted a rich aroma of sweet and sour. Watching the ribs slowly turn a beautiful reddish-brown color, An Ran’s mouth almost watered. She hugged Mu Xingfeng’s arm excitedly and shouted, "Instructor Mu, you’re amazing! With just a bit of guidance, your skills would definitely surpass a top chef’s."
Seeing how a pot of ribs could clear away the gloom, Mu Xingfeng dotingly pinched her chubby little cheek, "You’re such a foodie."
As the two were watching the rib sauce thicken bit by bit, the doorbell rang.
Mu Xingfeng was stirring the ribs and said without looking up, "Go open the door."
Although An Ran hesitated a bit—after all, this was Mu Xingfeng’s home, was it really okay for her to be the one to answer the door at this time?
Seeing Mu Xingfeng’s focused expression, An Ran sighed. For the sake of the sweet and sour ribs, she went to open the door.
Opening the door, she saw a young man standing outside, at least six feet tall, with a broad but slightly thin frame. He was wearing a flashy floral shirt, with neat short hair and dark eyes that shone with charm. He appeared a bit surprised to see An Ran, his perfect petal-like lips opened in astonishment.
"Who are you looking for?" An Ran asked, thinking this person was probably looking for Mu Xingfeng.
The man’s surprised expression flashed away, replaced by a serious face. Calmly, he took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, "I’m from the community doing a household registration check. May I know your name?"
"Uh? But I’m not the owner here." An Ran was a bit confused; is this how the community checked households?
"As long as you’re here, you’re within our investigation range. Please cooperate with our work."
The man’s serious attitude made An Ran doubt herself for a bit and she replied blankly, "My name is An Ran."
"Age." The man continued asking while taking notes.
"Outer Well Street, Dongchang District, Xiping City, C Province... "
"Lin Junyang, are you looking to die?"
As An Ran was speaking, a low and cold voice came from behind her. Mu Xingfeng was already standing at the kitchen door, holding a spatula.
The young man in front of her opened his mouth even wider upon seeing Mu Xingfeng, looking a hundred times more shocked than when he saw her.
"Holy shit, holy shit, my eyes," Lin Junyang exaggeratedly rubbed his eyes, confirming that it was indeed his boss. He rushed over in a stride and circled Mu Xingfeng three times.
An Ran’s presence here had already surprised him greatly, but he never thought he would see Mu Xingfeng wearing a floral apron and holding a spatula.