To get a bite to eat, she shamelessly acted cute with Jun Mochan.
Those who are full can't understand the hunger of those who are starving. After eating bland porridge for a month, even a pack of spicy strips seemed delicious.
"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you," Lan Shao said, rolling up his sleeves.
"I don't want porridge, anything but chicken soup will do," Fan Rou said excitedly.
"Oh, alright, just wait."
Fan Rou was truly excited. She stood up, about to follow him.
"You sit down. I'll bring it to you when it's done. You'll just be in the way."
The first half of the sentence made Fan Rou feel he was so considerate, but the second half—wow, he was actually disliking her.
"Fine, who wants to watch you anyway."
After two hours, the soup was finally ready. As soon as Lan Shao appeared within sight, Fan Rou stared at him without blinking.
That blatant look made Lan Shao's heart flutter.
But soon, he realized Fan Rou's gaze was not on him, but on his hands.
