Wang Ya pretended to be moved while feeling contempt inside her heart. "President Gao, you’ve already taken great care of me at work. I’m not greedy. I just want to be by your side."
Gao Han hugged her tightly: "Thank god I still have you with me."
Wang Ya gently nestled in his arms, her face wore a docile smile, her eyes slightly drooped, and her long eyelashes concealed her thoughts.
After Jun Mochan finished telling Ye Ranran everything he was supposed to say, he emphasized it again: "Every time you visit a bar, you will receive the same punishment as last night."
"I see, miser," Ye Ranran grumbled.
Rubbing her aching waist, Ye Ranran also got out of Bed.
"Can you go out a little later?" Ye Ranran asked, blinking up at Jun Mochan.
Her adorable appearance made it hard for Jun Mochan to look away. "Does Madam have some business?"
"Yes, yes. just wait for me." After washing her face, Ye Ranran wiped it casually and ran downstairs.
"Madam." Seeing her in such a hurry, Mrs. Wu in the kitchen was almost startled. "What do you need?"
Ye Ranran poured some water into the pot: "Quick, give me the dumplings."
Mrs. Wu glanced upstairs and smiled. "Alright, Madam. do take care, don’t get your hand burnt."
"No problem, you can rely on me." Ye Ranran thumped her chest in assurance.
When Jun Mochan came downstairs, he scanned the room for Ye Ranran. He was about to ask a servant where she was when they pointed at the kitchen. "Madam is in the kitchen."
He turned around to see the small figure bustling about in the kitchen.
Remembering his previous encounter with her disastrous cooking, Jun Mochan couldn’t help but grimace.
"Being quite domestic today, aren’t we?"
The sudden voice gave Ye Ranran a jump, and she accidentally touched the hot pot, causing her to leap.
"Are you ok?" Jun Mochan rushed over worriedly.
"If you can’t do it then don’t, I never asked you to be able to." Jun Mochan admonished.
Ye Ranran withdrew her hand from his. "A modern woman needs to be adept in both the hall and the kitchen, You’ll see."
"If it’s not a problem, don’t stand here. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have burnt my hand." Ye Ranran shooed him away.
"Don’t you need to apply some medicine?" Jun Mochan was concerned.
"It’s really not a big deal, what’s the need for medicine? I’m not so delicate. The water’s boiling. I have to get busy, you can go out. breakfast will be ready soon." Ye Ranran hurried him out.
Jun Mochan wanted to ask her what she was planning to make and if it was actually edible. But seeing how excited she was, he just couldn’t bring himself to burst her bubble.
Forget it, a husband should take responsibility for his wife.
No matter how disgusting it is, he’ll have to force it down.
Once the water was boiling, Ye Ranran put the dumplings in for five minutes before fishing them out.
Looking at the plump, vibrant dumplings, Ye Ranran nodded. They look really good.
"They’re quite good." Jun Mochan praised.
Being able to make it this far was beyond his expectations.
Ye Ranran was proud. "Well of course. Quickly, have a taste."
It was too sweet. How much sugar did she put in it? Jun Mochan wanted to spit it out but seeing Ye Ranran’s expectant eyes, he swallowed it down.
"It’s okay." Jun Mochan gave her a thumbs up.
"Really? Let me try." Ye Ranran excitedly picked up her chopsticks.
Jun Mochan moved the bowl away. "No, didn’t you make it for me?"
"Oh come on, don’t be so stingy. Let me taste my own craftsmanship." Ye Ranran moved around to the other side.
Jun Mochan moved the bowl to the other side again, "No, you said it was only for me."
Seeing them teasing each other like children, Mrs. Wu and the other servants all covered their mouths laughing.