Feng Jun looked longingly to the stars and moon, eagerly awaiting Sister Hong. But, to his dismay, when she emerged from the light rain, there was also a man tagging along, carrying big and small bags.
As a former little brother of Hongjie, he was no stranger to the chef Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu brought a lot of ingredients, all processed and ready to cook, and Xu Leigang's villa had three kitchens—large, medium, and small. The largest kitchen had everything you could think of; nothing was missing.
Xiao Wu went off to cook in the kitchen, while Sister Hong sat by the wooden root-carved tea table and started making tea.
Feng Jun felt a bit sulky. It wasn't that he necessarily wanted something to happen between them, but sitting together, a single man and a woman, and flirting in an ambiguous way was also a pleasant life experience. This morning, after he had managed to see her from head to toe, he was filled with even more fanciful thoughts.
