"Actually, it's just some home cooking," said Mo Ran, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"Home cooking is the tastiest. I eat out all the time and haven't had a homemade meal in a long while," Tang Song chatted as he ate.
Mo Ran laughed, "You could cook for yourself, your culinary skills are great."
But she didn't know if it was any good; last time, she didn't get a single bite before Gu Yixuan pulled her away.
Tang Song must have heard something in her words because he twisted them, "Since my cooking is good, how about I make you dinner tomorrow? It's no fun to eat alone, it's better to have someone taste it."
"Ah, I might have to work tomorrow," Mo Ran gently declined.
She really didn't want to have any more to do with Tang Song; a woman like her doesn't deserve any happiness anymore.
She had a child; she didn't want to drag him down.
She also had no face to be with him anymore.
