Lan Mu pointed at Yan Zao with the spatula, cutting off her words with an overbearing look.
Yan Zao: "..."
Idiot, moron, retard!!!
...
Yan Zao had never imagined that Lan Mu could cook, let alone make her favorite dishes.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but after trying countless restaurants' stir-fried kidney and 'di san xian,' Lan Mu's cooking was the most delicious.
Three dishes were placed in front of her while Wen Jing and Xu Ningyue had only tasted a couple of bites at the start, and then deliberately stopped eating, leaving Yan Zao to finish off all three plates by herself without even touching her staple food.
After dinner, it was past eight o'clock, and Lan Mu was still sitting on the couch with no intention of leaving, enjoying the tea Xu Ningyue made for him and watching the NBA basketball game replay on the sports channel.
Yan Zao could tell that Xu Ningyue was stiff because Lan Mu was there.
And besides, it was getting late.
