Tong ran a pink apron around her waist and wore cat-head slippers she bought for Nan Nan. She held the lid in one hand and was flipping the fried yellow dumplings in the pot with chopsticks in the other hand.

She used the lid of the pot from time to time, for fear that the oil would splash on her body.

Mo Nanjue walked in and put his hands on her lower abdomen from behind her waist. Tong Ran was stunned, "Why are you getting up?"

The man pressed his chin against her neck, "Come and see what delicious food you've made for me."

"Get out quickly," Tong Ran pressed his elbow down, "Don't splash on his body."

The man picked up a strand of hair that was not tied by her, "I know it will splash on my body and still do it?"

"Don't you like to eat?" Tong Ran looked at him angrily, "I can't make the Western food you like. You finally like to eat fried dumplings, so I will definitely make them every day."

"Please please me?"

“…”

This man was really inseparable from being clinged to others. Tong Ran was finally hugged by him and finished cooking breakfast. She sat at the table and held up her chin, "Is it delicious?"

The man drinks sips of red bean porridge, "Make it."

Hum, it's all right again.

She looked at the look on his handsome face, "Do you don't like what you do every time?"

"good."

Hum, it's okay again.

Tong Ran said again, "Then do you have anything you particularly like to eat?"

The man's thin lips moved, and Tong Ran simply spoke for him directly, "Whatever."

Mo Nanjue smiled with a smile on his lips, raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Smart."

Humph, it's casual again!

"I think you've lost weight." Tong Ran pointed at him.

The man glanced at him, "Where did you lose weight?"

"You don't like eating what I cook, so I lost weight after hunger," Tong Ran took advantage of the situation. "Do you have anything you like? I'll buy it?"

"No need to buy it," Mo Nanjue kept smiling, "wash yourself."

"You-" Tong Ran was so angry that he vomited blood, and he put down his hands with a snap. "You eat so little every day, and it feels like I am abused you."

"Just eat enough in bed."

Mo Nanjue didn't say much. He ate less because he was hungry when he was a child. Even if he didn't eat for a few days, he could hold on.

"..." Tong Ran was completely defeated. She grabbed two fried dumplings and stuffed them into her mouth. Her little face was stuffed and bulging.

The man put down the spoon, "Children."

She bulged her face without eating, and looked at him angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Today Saturday," Mo Nanjue put his hands on the table, seemingly interested in this matter, "Let's go to your house?"

"Cough cough--" As she coughed, the man handed her milk. Tong Ran took several sips and patted her chest with her hands, "Why are you so interested in going to my house?"

"Isn't that where you grew up?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, "I want to go and have a look."

The most important thing is the place where I grew up with Luo Xiao.

As the saying goes, only by knowing yourself and your opponent can you win every battle. Mo Nanjue wants to see what the place she and Luo Xiao live together looks like?

Tong Ran glanced at him sideways, "Why are you so interested in the place where I grew up?"

The man looked straight on her chest without squinting, "I'm interested in many places in you."

That seductive look was like saying, "You want to try it?"

Of course, I don’t try it. Tong Ran drank a sip of milk, “Are you busy today?”
Chapter completed!