In the living room, An Ran opened a bag of chips and absent-mindedly stuffed them into her mouth, all the while watching the man tidying up the refrigerator.
The refrigerator was a double-door model. To An Ran, this man was capable of anything.
But his cooking skills were far from great, which happened to be her passion and forte.
If there was a moment when she felt most satisfied being with him, it was when she saw Mu Xingfeng eagerly eating the meals she personally made.
She didn't have grand aspirations; if she did, it would be to stay by this man and make meals for him for a lifetime.
So, he naturally chose a large refrigerator, one that she could fill up with ingredients to cook delicious meals for him every day.
"Mu Xingfeng, aren't you hungry?"
Feeling somewhat ignored by the man, An Ran was a bit annoyed. Was her charm not enough, or did he really not want her?
Wasn't it said that after being a soldier for three years, even a sow would outshine Diao Chan?
