Su Yuan asked, "Are you hungry? Oh, no, I should be asking you if you've had dinner yet."
"I haven't eaten. I'm a little too hungry. I don't feel much." Mo Ting changed into his shoes.
Su Yuan frowned. "You can't keep doing this. You'll get a stomach problem." She then walked toward the kitchen. "I want to have some supper. Do you want some noodles? I'll bring you a bowl too."
Mo Ting's eyes flickered.
In her previous life, Pei Xifan had been very picky with his food. In order to satisfy his taste, Su Yuan had specially learned cooking from a chef in a five-star hotel for a year. She basically knew how to cook all the dishes in the restaurants outside.
At that time, the chef had even praised her for her talent in cooking. Unfortunately, no matter how talented he was, it was useless. Pei Xifan had never been to her apartment much, nor had he eaten much of her cooking.
