So, she naturally chose a large fridge, wanting to fill it with food and cook delicious meals for this man every day.
"Mu Xingfeng, aren't you hungry?"
Being ignored by the man, An Ran felt a bit conflicted in her heart. Was her charm not enough? Or did he just really not want her?
Isn't there a saying that after three years in the army, a sow can seem like Diao Chan?
An Ran looked down at her curvy figure. Surely, it was a hundred times better than... a sow.
"Cough, cough..." An Ran accidentally got choked by some potato chip crumbs and couldn't help but cough a couple of times.
Mu Xingfeng had been trying his best not to look at her. Hearing An Ran's question, his back visibly stiffened, and his movements quickened.
"Don't worry, there will be food in a moment."
Yet, he secretly cursed to himself. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have asked Lin Junyang to bring them food.
"Oh," An Ran responded, her tone noticeably more dejected.
