An Ran smiled sweetly, "I'll often cook for you from now on."
Lou Hezhan glanced at Mu Mian and Gong Heng, who were also eating Gu Ran's cooking, and felt somewhat displeased inside, "Make one portion for me to eat, make two portions for us to eat."
The implication was clear, don't cook for Gong Heng and Mu Mian.
On the other side, eating their meal leisurely, Gong Heng gracefully wiped his mouth, while Mu Mian was glaring fiercely at Lou Hezhan.
Such ingratitude!
She had put so much effort into improving the relationship between Lou Hezhan and Gu Ran, yet just because of one meal, he was being so petty?
It was so typical of Xiaoqi.
Mu Mian snorted coldly twice.
Gong Heng merely said indifferently, "It's alright, we won't cook, we'll have a professional chef deliver."
With two more people, the unpredictable house became a bit more lively.
Four people, two couples, sweet and affectionate.
While they were enjoying their meal, the doorbell at number sixty-six suddenly rang.
