Half an hour later, Yang Chen arrived at Mo Qianni's apartment door and found it unlocked, obviously prepared for his arrival.
He gently pushed open the door and entered the apartment, greeted by the strong aroma of cooking oil and cilantro. There were scattered crumbs of white flour on the dining table, and steam billowed from the kitchen.
Mo Qianni, wearing an apron and a simple ponytail, was busy in the kitchen, looking every bit like a homemaker. When she saw Yang Chen enter, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled, "It'll be ready in half an hour."
Yang Chen wasn't in a hurry. He walked into the kitchen and stood behind Mo Qianni, wrapping his arms around her soft waist and leaning close to her ear, "I'm not hungry yet. How about some exercise before dinner?"
