This was a feeling he had never experienced in his twenty-six years of life. He knew it was the taste of love.
Entering the supermarket, An Ran went straight to the ingredients section. Thinking about the dishes she was going to make, she selected a few ingredients and bought so seasonings, intentionally picking up a big bag of dried chili peppers. She still rembered the note Mu Xingfeng had given her, which clearly stated that he liked spicy food and disliked sweet food.
anwhile, Mu Xingfeng took advantage of An Ran picking ingredients to sweep through the snacks section. The little girl had just said that if he got hungry, he could eat so snacks first. It seed like the little girl usually liked to eat snacks. From his impression, all girls liked snacks. For example, his sister’s ho was always filled with snack bags.
An Ran looked at the half-cart of snacks and couldn’t help feeling a bit frustrated. Was Instructor Mu worried about her cooking skills and bought so snacks as a backup? She knew her cooking might not be as good as a chef’s, but it was definitely quite decent. Xiao Xiao particularly liked her food and often praised her, saying it was a waste for such skilled hands to be holding a scalpel instead of a kitchen knife.
"Hey, look at that guy. He’s so handso. Could he be a celebrity?"
Not far away, two young girls were whispering.
"What celebrity? Look at what he’s holding; it’s all snacks. He might just be a hobody."
"What’s wrong with being a hobody? Even if he is, he must be a rich one. Look at his deanor, doesn’t he have an emperor-like aura? I want to record him."
With that, one of the girls took out her phone and aid it at Mu Xingfeng.
An Ran looked at Mu Xingfeng and sincerely thought that he was indeed very handso. Especially now, in casual clothes, he had shed that fierce air from the training ground, resembling a god who had descended to the mortal world. He had an unearthly grace, yet he was doing things a deity would never do. Every movent was noble and elegant, making it impossible to divert one’s gaze.
Mu Xingfeng was naturally aware of the two girls’ commotion, but his mind was entirely focused on An Ran. What others did was completely beyond his concern. When passing the wine section, he casually placed a bottle of red wine in the shopping cart.
After buying the ingredients, An Ran also picked up so daily necessities. Leaving the supermarket, Mu Xingfeng carried two big bags walking in front, while An Ran, hands empty, felt a bit embarrassed. She hurried a few steps to catch up with Mu Xingfeng, "Instructor Mu, let carry one. These are quite heavy."
Mu Xingfeng didn’t even stop, calmly saying, "This is nothing for . Just stay by my side obediently."
How could he let her carry these things? Besides, compared to the weights at the training ground, these were truly nothing for him.
Mu Xingfeng’s strides were large and quick, and An Ran had to jog to keep up with him. She thought to herself, he must be struggling now, right?
But what she didn’t know was that Mu Xingfeng had already slowed down considerably to accommodate her.
Back at the residence, An Ran asked Mu Xingfeng to watch TV while she cooked. Although Mu Xingfeng wanted to stay with her, he worried that being too close would make her uncomfortable. So he obediently sat in the living room and turned on the TV.
After a while, sounds of washing and chopping vegetables ca from the kitchen, followed by...
"Cough cough... cough cough... Achoo..."
Mu Xingfeng couldn’t help but put down the remote and walk to the kitchen door. He saw the girl wearing a pink lace apron, one hand holding a spatula, the other covering her mouth and nose, flipping a wok full of chicken pieces. The large chunks of chili peppers made his mouth water uncontrollably.
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