Hearing Mu Xingfeng say he'll make beef noodles for her, An Ran hurriedly scuffled to the kitchen door, craning her neck with a playful grin, "You'll make it for me? Does that mean all I have to do is open my mouth?"
"Just open your mouth and eat," Mu Xingfeng replied, turning his head.
An Ran pursed her lips, her big eyes twinkling with mischief.
Although Mu Xingfeng often cooked at home now, he always needed her by his side to guide him; otherwise, he'd forget the salt or add too much sugar. Without her, the dishes he made would challenge the limits of human taste.
Today, he audaciously claimed she only needed to open her mouth to eat. She was curious to see what kind of beef noodles he'd make.
Mu Xingfeng turned to see the little rascal lying at the kitchen door; neither coming in nor going out, just staring at him with those big eyes. He knew she was up to something mischievous, yet he ignored her and started mixing the dough.
