Within the office, Cheng Jia's soft voice pierced through the solid wooden door and reached Wen Ran's ears. Her words were gentle and pleasant, "Young Master Mo, I couldn't afford to buy any expensive gifts, so I only managed to cook a few dishes. I made the sweet and sour spare ribs and braised lion's head that you enjoyed the other day. I also made two other dishes and a soup. Please, have a taste."
Wen Ran's gaze shifted subtly, unconsciously moistening her lips.
From within, there was a slight noise that sounded like Cheng Jia opening the lunch box. Following that, Mo Xiuchen's voice rang out in an indifferent tone, "Cheng Jia, no need to open it, I promised Ranran that I would be home for lunch. I appreciate your good intentions."
