Ou Lan stood at the kitchen door, her pretty face filled with a melancholic charm, silently watching Zhan Lingtuo methodically frying two eggs, toasting two sausages and a few slices of bread, heating up two cups of milk, and finally, he made a fruit salad.
She watched him take off his little apron and wipe his hands, saying "Alright, Ou Xiaolan, bring breakfast to the table and wash your hands for the meal."
"... Oh, oh, oh."
Ou Lan was almost dumbfounded, thinking that Zhan Lingtuo looked super handsome while cooking, handsome beyond all reason.
When the two sat at the dining table, enjoying the breakfast prepared by Zhan Lingtuo, Ou Lan's beautiful eyes constantly gazed at Zhan Lingtuo, almost mesmerized.
This kid isn't really that bad... right?
They had always been on tense and hostile terms, but now, being looked at so tenderly by Ou Xiaolan, Zhan Lingtuo's face gradually reddened and the last few bites of toast were rudely stuffed into his stomach.
