Xu Baohan blinked. "I'm a little old in age, but physically and mentally, I'm still young. Do you want to try me?"
An Lan really wanted to pinch his cheek, but this kind of intimate action wasn't suitable for the two of them. "Do you want me to kick you out?"
Xu Baohan instantly fell silent. He lowered his head and started to chop the meat, the band-it on his hand especially obvious.
An Lan took a glance at his finger and averted her gaze. She poured a cup of warm water and placed it on the kitchen counter. She then took out a glass bottle filled with white liquid.
"Do you want some yogurt?" She handed him one bottle.
Xu Baohan took it without hesitation. There was no label on it. "What... What brand is this?"
"An Lan brand," She answered lazily. "I made it myself."
Xu Baohan blinked. He had wanted to ask her what brand of yogurt she liked, but she had made it herself. How could he buy it? "I will definitely try it."
