Cheng Anya pulled a smile. "Boss Ye, I will not answer this as it is a personal question."
Third Young Master Ye crossed his arms, and his deep glance swept over her face twice, slowly moving down and settled on the lunchbox. Ning Ning made two chicken wings, beautifully arranged in the shape of a heart.
They were stir-fried with fresh green asparagus and garnished with little chilies. A small red persimmon was placed in the middle of the chicken wings as decoration.
This indeed seemed like a lunch made with love!
Third Young Master Ye raised the corners of his lips and mockingly watched Cheng Anya with a seemingly joking yet malicious gaze. Cheng Anya followed his gaze and saw his flushed face, her heart thumping.
Such a big ham!
What kind of hammy drama was this! There must be some mistakes here!
"Is the food in the canteen not tasty?"
"I am used to eating what he prepares for me."
