"If you wear a hat, the injury on your forehead won’t be visible." Mu Xingfeng saw through her thoughts and kindly told her.
"Not entirely," An Ran scooped the vegetables with a spoon. The greens were difficult to scoop, so Mu Xingfeng used chopsticks to help her get them into the spoon.
An Ran looked up, squinted her big eyes, and gave him a playful smile before continuing, "You told them that I’m your wife. You brought your wife to the Guard Team, and then you bring her to the cafeteria every day. It’s so embarrassing."
Mu Xingfeng paused slightly while eating, clearly unaware that the little one had such thoughts. His heart ward up, just like the current warm weather, sweet and spreading into every corner of his heart.
"Alright, whatever you say. From now on, I’ll fetch the als every day. Tell what you want to eat. If it’s not available, I’ll ask the cafeteria to specially make it for you."
"Anything is fine. You know I’m not picky. Also, you don’t need to take such special care of . I can eat a little bit of spicy food too."
Today’s three dishes, two at and one vegetable, were all non-spicy, clearly chosen according to her taste.
Such dishes would probably be tasteless for soone like Mu Xingfeng who loves spicy food.
"You should avoid spicy food with your injury. As a soon-to-be doctor, you should know that, right?"
Mu Xingfeng tapped on the al box with his chopsticks, producing a "dang dang dang" sound. The sound wasn’t loud, but it was enough to remind An Ran just how important what he said was.
"Uh...okay."
To be honest, she rarely got injured and had truly forgotten about this.
An Ran ate slowly, and now with one hand injured, she was even slower.
It took a full half-hour to finish the al. Mu Xingfeng kept her company, occasionally helping her pick up the dishes.
When there was half a al box left, An Ran pushed the food in front of her away, "I really can’t eat anymore."
During this period, Mu Xingfeng had been determined to help her gain ten pounds. Whenever he was by her side, he would monitor her to eat half a bowl more every al.
But An Ran was the type who, once she was full, couldn’t eat another bite.
Mu Xingfeng knew her appetite. Seeing that she really couldn’t eat anymore, he took her leftovers and poured them into his own al box, then quickly finished them.
If the Mu family were here, they would definitely be surprised. The man who didn’t even touch food picked by others was now eating soone else’s leftovers. But An Ran had long gotten used to it.
After the al, Mu Xingfeng went to the kitchen to wash the al boxes, An Ran following him like a little tail.
The man was washing dishes in the kitchen, and she stood at the door watching him.
The kitchen faced the shadow side, and through the window she could see the opposite building.
"Mu Xingfeng, who lives on the third floor opposite? I always feel like soone over there is watching us."
Just now while looking around the house, she noticed a figure on the balcony of the third floor opposite, seemingly hanging clothes.
Later, when she looked from the study room, that person was still there, making her suspicious.
More than an hour had passed, and that person was still moving about on the balcony.
The distance between the two buildings wasn’t very far. Through the light from the room at night, she could clearly see that person peeking over here from ti to ti.
Mu Xingfeng, without looking up from washing dishes, said, "That’s Li Dajun from the Third Team, the sa household as the sister-in-law Sun who entered the building just now."
"Oh," An Ran responded, pouting, "I don’t really like sister-in-law Sun."
Won are the most sensitive to actions. Sister-in-law Sun gave her an unpleasant feeling, although she couldn’t exactly say why. Perhaps human relations need a certain kind of chemistry, and sister-in-law Sun clearly didn’t match An Ran’s kind of chemistry.
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