Seeing An Baobei serve him some food, for the first time, Ning Zihan's expression softened instantly.
Seeing Ning Zihan's face soften, An Baobei curiously asked, "You, a young master from a wealthy family, how can you cook?"
As far as she knew, Ning Zihan was born into a fairly wealthy family, practically born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Such a young master from a prestigious family, logically, shouldn't be found in the kitchen cooking.
Ning Zihan replied calmly, "Sometimes when I don't like having others around at home, and I don't want to order takeout, I learned a few dishes to avoid starving when I'm home alone."
"Sometimes? Does that happen often?" Honestly, sometimes she also wanted to be alone for a few days. But her version of "sometimes" was occasionally, only having this thought once or twice a year.
"It used to be often, wanting to be alone every day, but now it's not as often, I want someone else." At the end, he looked at her with bright eyes.
