"If you're really concerned about me, just eat more of what I make later."
Who cares about him!
Li Mingxi turned around and walked out; Xiao Lang curved his lips into a smile.
Li Mingxi went to the living room, found a CD, and played it. The melodious piano music wafted through the room, making the atmosphere feel much warmer.
She wasn't intentionally creating a mood.
She just thought, with music, at least their interactions would feel a bit more natural.
Due to the limited time, Xiao Lang only made two bowls of noodles.
He carried the noodles out, and Li Mingxi could already smell the aroma.
Approaching the dining table, Li Mingxi looked at the simple vegetable and shredded meat noodles and felt quite an appetite.
Xiao Lang also brought over a plate of sliced braised meat.
"Try it, see if you like it. If not, I'll make you a plate of fried rice," Xiao Lang pressed her to sit down and handed her the chopsticks.
