If she hadn’t said anything, this mess would never have happened.
It’s all because she speaks before thinking!
"Even if you didn’t speak, I would know anyway. It was just a matter of time." Jun Mochan accurately stated what was on Ye Ranran’s mind.
Ye Ranran was surprised, "Are you the worm in my belly?"
How did he know everything she was thinking so clearly?
Jun Mochan laughed at her words, "Because I know, you love me."
When Ye Ranran loves someone, that person becomes her world, she wishes she could offer him her heart and lungs.
As long as this is remembered, what else is hard to understand?
Ye Ranran, whose thoughts had been guessed by him, immediately blushed but didn’t want to admit defeat so easily: "What about you? Do you love me or not?"
There was silence on the other end of the line, so long that Ye Ranran thought that Jun Mochan wouldn’t answer such a dull question. Just as she was about to hang up, his low, barely audible voice came through, "Yes, I love you, and the whole world knows it."
Yes, he loved her, the whole world knew! Only she didn’t!
Ye Ranran’s heart suddenly began to beat very fast, thumping as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
Just as she was about to say something to ease the sound of her beating heart, she suddenly heard a sizzling sound from the kitchen.
"Ah, I can’t chat anymore, it’s about to burn." Ye Ranran hung up the phone in a hurry.
She quickly added some water to the pot, but it was too late. Looking at the sticky mess in the pot, a dark line slipped down Ye Ranran’s forehead.
"Is this meant to be eaten?" Looking at that red, white, and black stuff.
One had a great big expression of disgust written all over his face.
"Stewed pork knuckles with carrots." Ye Ranran stated quite righteously.
With an attitude that was all, you can like it or lump it.
"Stewed pork knuckles with carrots? Which parts are the carrots? And which are the pork knuckles?" One looked very seriously at the stuff in the bowl.
Ye Ranran gave One a look as if he were an idiot: "The red is naturally a carrot, and the white is the pork knuckle."
Such an inexperienced man, had he lived in the depth of the mountains all his life?
"Have you ever seen pork that’s white?" One yelled.
Ye Ranran got pissed off as well: "If not white, then what color should it be?"
"Anyway, the color isn’t right, even if the pork knuckles are white, what is that stuff next to it?"
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Ye Ranran’s face: "That got burnt. I guess it’s a mixture of carrots and pork knuckles."
One was silent: "..."
"Is this how you usually cook for young master?" One asked sarcastically.
"You’re wrong, usually he cooks for me." Ye Ranran said proudly.
Her man was willing to prepare food for her, this indeed was something that made her happy.
However, One was a little annoyed: "What kind of woman are you?"
You can’t even do the basic cooking, what’s the point of having you around?
"I saved you. Instead of being grateful, you’re giving me a hard time. What kind of man are you?" Ye Ranran retorted.
One was not convinced: "You don’t even act like a good woman, and you’re blaming me?"
Ye Ranran stuck out her chest: "I’m ******** perfect, where am I not womanly? And if I’m not, are you?"
She deliberately touched One’s chest a bit: "Unfortunately, as much as you want him, my husband isn’t interested in you."
One’s face immediately turned red, he raised his voice intentionally, trying to hide his discomfort: "Do you have any shame? I’m a man, how can you touch me randomly?"
And wasn’t she a married woman?