"Senior Liang."
Yan Huan was surprised to see Liang Chen; the superstar was usually quick to leave the set in her chauffeured car. Why was she still here? Was she actually waiting for her?
Liang Chen's cherry lips curved into a small smile. She flicked a lock of her wavy hair over her shoulder. "I heard that you know how to cook?"
"A little." Yan Huan blinked, feeling a little lost.
Had Liang Chen been waiting for her? Really?
"Is your cooking delicious?" asked Liang Chen.
"It's okay, I think." Yan Huan did not know whether her cooking was delicious, but she guessed that it was probably tasty enough—Yi Ling, who used to be addicted to eating out, now preferred to eat Yan Huan's home cooking. That had to count for something, right?
"Do you know how to make spinach noodles?" asked Liang Chen.
Yan Huan nodded. "Yes, I can make that."
