"Actually, it’s just some home cooking," said Mo Ran, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"Home cooking is the tastiest. I eat out all the time and haven’t had a homemade meal in a long while," Tang Song chatted as he ate.
Mo Ran laughed, "You could cook for yourself, your culinary skills are great."
But she didn’t know if it was any good; last time, she didn’t get a single bite before Gu Yixuan pulled her away.
Tang Song must have heard something in her words because he twisted them, "Since my cooking is good, how about I make you dinner tomorrow? It’s no fun to eat alone, it’s better to have someone taste it."
"Ah, I might have to work tomorrow," Mo Ran gently declined.
She really didn’t want to have any more to do with Tang Song; a woman like her doesn’t deserve any happiness anymore.
She had a child; she didn’t want to drag him down.
She also had no face to be with him anymore.
Tang Song smiled indifferently, "No problem, just give me the keys, and you can eat when you get back."
"It’s not necessary..."
"Last time I made so much food for you and you didn’t get to eat any of it, you have to fulfill this wish of mine," Tang Song interrupted her, looking at her expectantly. This update is available on novel⟡fire.net
Mo Ran couldn’t find the words to refuse any further.
What else could she say? It was her fault for wasting his efforts last time. Could she find it in her heart to refuse him this time?
Mo Ran was typically someone who couldn’t handle gentle persuasion; with Tang Song talking to her , slightly accusatory, she found it even harder to say no.
"...Alright," she stammered, pulling out a spare key for him.
Tang Song took the key, a hint of a smile in his eyes. The fact that Mo Ran gave him the key to her house meant that she trusted him.
This trust was precious; he would cherish it.
"Okay, let’s eat. The food will get cold in a bit," said Tang Song cheerfully.
While they ate happily upstairs, Gu Yixuan leaned on his car downstairs, his gaze very gloomy.
Glancing at Tang Song’s car, he felt an urge to go smash it.
This lingering man! He had to find a way to get rid of him!
Daring to compete with him for a woman was a death wish!
After eating, Tang Song, wanting to express his gratitude, insisted on washing the dishes. Mo Ran cut some fruit for him to eat after he finished.
Little did she know, Tang Song ate fruit very slowly. With the TV on, he chatted with her and ate at a leisurely pace.