"What do you mean by that?" Nan Qing was a bit bewildered. Her feelings were complex, unable to say whether she wanted Su Cheng to stay or not.
"We've been friends for so many years, isn't it normal to have a meal together?" Seeing her like this made Su Cheng even more tender-hearted. He rubbed Nan Qing's head, just like when they were seventeen or eighteen years old in high school, "Which month's allowance of mine didn't I spend a large part on you?"
"Alright." Nan Qing agreed in a low voice, not daring to look into Su Cheng's eyes. She found a random excuse to run out of the kitchen, not much different from fleeing in panic.
Dinner started soon, with only the two of them, yet the table was set with five or six dishes, plus a pork rib soup and a tomato and egg soup.
Nan Qing tasted each dish. Although the flavors were far from those of a five-star hotel, she felt a unique sensation in her heart at the thought of Su Cheng having cooked the meal.
