Luosang gave a start, then said, "Did you really lie to me on purpose so I would eat that box of chocolate?"
"You wish." Nian Junting snorted and said, "I don't really remember what Nian Xi likes."
Luosang felt a little speechless.
Then why did you block my way?
"Mr. Nian, could you please step aside? This bowl of sweet dumplings is just out of the pot and is boiling hot," she said.
Nian Junting didn't do what she said. Instead, he stared at her with a complicated look.
"Earlier, when you were making the sweet dumplings, why did you look at me in that way?" he asked.
"In what way?" The bowl of sweet dumplings was so hot, it stung Luosang's fingers.
Nian Junting snorted again and responded, "Lovingly."
Luosang didn't know what to say.
"Don't look at me so lovingly again. I'll feel stressed," he continued, like a proud peacock. Then he turned and left.
