Quickly lowered her head and sat down beside the dining table, ignoring the teasing gaze from the other person.
Knowing when to stop is an excellent quality. Lin Mubai seemed very satisfied with her reaction just now, so attentive at the dining table that An Nan felt wasn’t her home anymore.
Right, home, this is her home, why does she have to be so reserved when the one who should be reserved is the man opposite her? Yet now, he acts like the host while she’s become the guest.
Suddenly, An Nan put down her chopsticks and stared unblinkingly at the person opposite, speaking word by word: "What’s your name?"
Lin Mubai’s handsome face suddenly twitched. They’ve known each other for so long, he’s even stayed overnight at her house, and she still doesn’t know his name. He originally thought that even if she didn’t ask him, she would ask Shaoqi. Turns out he’s just an optional presence whose name doesn’t matter.
This realization made Young Master Lin very angry. It seems he needs to give this little woman a sense of recognition, at the very least to start valuing his existence.
Watching the other person continue to eat with relish, a thought was forming in his mind.
Before this, he must make sure this little woman remembers his name well: "My name is Lin Mubai."
An Nan suddenly widened her eyes and looked at him: "Little White." Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelꜰire.net
Young Master Lin’s forehead immediately knitted. Little White? Isn’t that what you call a puppy?
An Nan clearly noticed the other’s disapproval in his eyes and secretly felt smug inside. Calling you arrogant, calling you arrogant, this is obviously my home.
The childish expression on her face made Lin Mubai’s heart warm slightly, immediately forgetting the Little White incident. He picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of chicken in her bowl, whispering indulgently: "Is it tasty?"
The latter didn’t realize at all the overly gentle tone from the other, all her attention was attracted by the chicken in the bowl. While eating, she didn’t forget to praise: "Delicious, really delicious, it’s been so long since I had a meal at home. Little White, you’re really amazing!"
An Nan had been a kitchen idiot since childhood, so she admired people who could cook immensely. Her childhood dream was to find a man who could cook and make her meals every day in the future.
Looking at the admiration in her beautiful eyes, Lin Mubai, although not used to the name Little White, silently acquiesced. Little White is Little White. It’s different from everyone else, at least in her heart, it’s special.
The two enjoyed the meal very much. After eating, just as An Nan got up to clear the dishes, she was stopped by a certain man, staring at him with puzzled eyes: "What’s the matter?"
"I’ll do it." As he spoke, his eyes glanced at her slender, fair hands. Such tenderness should be held in his palm and cherished for a lifetime, not used for washing dishes.
Someone was willing to do the dishes, so An Nan naturally wished to stay as a spectator. After all, she wasn’t someone who enjoyed washing dishes.
The subsequent scene turned into Young Master Lin rolling up his sleeves to wash dishes, while An Nan watched from the side. It was, after all, today’s laborer’s request, An Nan thought. She hadn’t done anything and just agreed.
With a smile, she watched the busy person by the sink. At this moment, An Nan had completely shed her work-time rigor and was no different from any happy little woman nowadays.
Watching the person beside her, every move was so familiar. An Nan found it hard to imagine that a man as noble as a young lord would be doing these household chores, and doing them better than herself.