What a contradictory little girl, she even worried that I wouldn't get enough to eat. Mu Xingfeng looked at the second bowl of noodles, feeling entirely satisfied.
"An Ran, do you often cook at home?" Mu Xingfeng casually asked while eating. He wanted to know more about this girl. Although Lin Junyang had given him detailed information, there were some life details that were missing.
"Yes, when I was young I lived with my grandmother. She was old, so by the time I was eight, I started cooking simple meals. Later, when I moved back to the city, my mom would often go play cards and come back late, so I was usually in charge of cooking at home."
An Ran spoke while eating, completely unaware that Mu Xingfeng had stopped his chopsticks, gazing at her with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
Starting to cook at the age of eight, while the eldest sister, who's now twenty-eight, still can't cook. That family didn't treat her too well, probably because she was a foster child.
