"Um, I thought people who like spicy food would enjoy this extremely spicy flavor." An Ran scratched her head, somewhat embarrassed.
Mu Xingfeng’s eyes darkened upon hearing this. She still remembered that he liked spicy food, she did it for him. A feeling called being moved rose from his heart.
Mu Xingfeng stood up, took a bottle of juice from the refrigerator, poured a cup for An Ran, and then picked up a piece of chicken, removed the skin, and put it in An Ran’s bowl: "Eat, this should be better. If it’s still too spicy, drink some juice. Don’t drink any more alcohol."
An Ran obediently nodded, picked up the chicken and took a bite, indeed, the spiciness of the chicken had lessened considerably.
"If you can’t handle spicy food, we can make non-spicy dishes when we eat together in the future," Mu Xingfeng suddenly said.
"But, you like spicy food, don’t they say people who like spicy food can’t live without it?" An Ran said vaguely, chewing the rice. Despite her lack of image, in Mu Xingfeng’s eyes, she looked rather cute.
"Silly girl, liking spicy food doesn’t mean I can’t eat anything but spicy food. You can make two spicy dishes and two non-spicy dishes. There’s no need to wrong yourself because of my taste." Do you intend to wrong yourself for a lifetime?
Mu Xingfeng thought about how wonderful it would be to sit and have meals with this little girl day in and day out, realizing how beautiful just eating together could be.
"That’s true, but I’m doing this meal to repay you, so naturally it should cater to your taste. Next time, if there’s no spicy food, don’t blame me." An Ran said, pointing at the plate with her chopsticks, realizing that Instructor Mu outside the training ground wasn’t so scary after all.
And Mu Xingfeng was already overjoyed by her mention of ’next time.’ An Ran... seems to not mind having meals alone with him. Does this mean the little girl is starting to accept him?
Lin Junyang took his elder sister to the hotel and, upon returning to the Guard Team, lay on the bed bored, flipping through his phone. Suddenly, he saw a Weibo post by someone named "Qiu Zhiwei": "New driver on the road, desperately seeking an experienced driver to lead me. Came across my idol husband, begging for a thousand ways to pounce." Below, there was a small video attached.
In the video, a man stood at a supermarket shelf, seriously picking... snacks.
Even though it was just a side profile, Lin Junyang immediately recognized the man in the video as Mu Xingfeng.
"What the heck," Lin Junyang immediately sat up straight, trembling as he clicked on the video.
It was evident that Mu Xingfeng was at a certain supermarket, with a shopping cart beside him. The cart already had some vegetables and various snacks, and he was still seriously choosing items at the shelf.
"This doesn’t make sense," Lin Junyang murmured.
Since when did the cold-faced Yama from his family also go grocery shopping? Buying vegetables and snacks? When did he ever cook? When did he ever eat snacks?
Lin Junyang felt this definitely must be a fake Mu Xingfeng.
He clicked on the video again, and watched it three times in a row, confirming it’s indeed Mu Xingfeng himself.
Lin Junyang held his phone, pacing back and forth in the room, feeling the problem was more serious.
This Weibo post was sent out two hours ago. Based on the time, he was having dinner with his elder sister. Mu Xingfeng definitely wasn’t at the supermarket with his sister.
But ever since military training ended, Mu Xingfeng hadn’t left the Guard Team. Could this be a big surprise under wraps?
If he really was with Tuzi, what would he do? Lin Junyang suddenly felt sorrowful.