Before long, Nan Mufeng had the dinner ready. Sautéed sliced pork with green peppers, hot and sour shredded potatoes, cashew nut shrimp, crispy fried lotus root, and tofu soup with cabbage—it all looked colorful and delicious.
Jian Xi didn't know when she had moved from the living room sofa to the kitchen door. She watched Nan Mufeng, astonished, "You can actually cook?"
The complimented Nan Mufeng was actually shy! A faint blush spread across his handsome face, "My cooking skills are not that great."
"Shocked."
Jian Xi gave a thumbs up and took the initiative to help bring out the dishes.
"You sit, you have an injury on your hand."
"Oh."
Jian Xi pulled back her hand and sat by the dining table waiting to eat.
Her obedient demeanor was so cute.
Nan Mufeng set the table and handed Jian Xi a spoon—using chopsticks would clearly be inconvenient with her recently injured right hand.
