In the living room, An Ran opened a bag of potato chips and absentmindedly stuffed them into her mouth while watching the man tidy the refrigerator.
The refrigerator was a double-door one, and in An Ran's eyes, this man could do anything.
But his cooking skills were quite lacking, whereas it was precisely her hobby and strength.
If there was a moment she felt the most satisfied with them being together, it was when she saw Mu Xingfeng savoring the food she had cooked.
She didn't have lofty ambitions; if she did, it would be to stay by this man's side and cook for him all her life.
So it was only natural that he chose a large refrigerator, and she would fill it with ingredients to cook delicious meals for this man every day.
"Mu Xingfeng, aren't you hungry?"
Being ignored by the man, An Ran felt a bit frustrated. Was her charm not enough? Or did he really not desire her?
Wasn't it said that after being in the military for three years, even a sow could rival Diao Chan?
