Huo Ruojun looked at the two smiling people and felt a little depressed, especially when she saw Si Mobai holding a small bowl and holding the noodles from Feng Tianlan's big bowl. It was so intimate and normal.
That night, the fragrance of the San Xian noodles rushed over and made her stomach growl. Her originally pale face blushed in embarrassment under their gazes.
Feng Tianlan also felt awkward. Mobai only served their noodles, and during this period of time, he felt that she had lost weight, so he always served her a big bowl. He insisted that she eat more, gain more weight, and it felt fleshy when he carried her.
Si Mobai did not even look at her as he calmly served the noodles. "Currently, I'm only making food for Lan'er. After I marry her, I can occasionally cook for her family and friends. I'm so jealous of them."
