Seeing Ruan Ying's "passion" towards Murong Qiao, An Nuo was not only jealous this time, but also planned to take the initiative to attack.
"The meat in this dish is very tender. You will definitely like it." An Nuo took advantage of the opportunity.
She naturally understood Murong Qiao's taste better than Ruan Ying. Moreover, the two of them lived together. No matter how she looked at it, she had a greater advantage.
Ruan Ying was not to be outdone. "This milk-flavored cheese is also fragrant. Qiaoqiao, try it—"
"How about singing after dinner?" An Nuo tried to change the topic.
Eating wasn't important. Anyway, there were so many entertainment facilities nearby. She could find something fun to do with Murong Qiao.
It would be best if it was a two-person game. That way, Ruan Ying could only stand at the side and watch.
