At 8:30 p.m., Anning finally sat down at the dinner table.
Looking at the table full of dishes, An Ning felt a sense of unreality.
Is this something Anze made?
Did you really not switch to someone else to cook the dishes halfway through?
Moreover, each dish looked quite appealing.
What exactly constitutes a "good" method?
The presentation is comparable to that of a five-star hotel.
This was the first time An Ning had realized that An Ze had such a high talent for plating.
It's really tall.
He's probably a naturally gifted player.
This was what shocked her the most.
Hearing An Ning's question, Gan Tao looked suspicious, knowing what she was trying to do by suddenly switching to that topic. He only gave a safe answer, "You are a few years younger than him."
Even so, my normalcy was still noticed, and the person who noticed it was Anning.
An Ning looked at Jiang Yu, who was practically burying his head outside the bowl in hatred, her face full of understanding. "Does he... hate eating with his head up? Does that make him feel better?"
“He came last time.”
That meal lasted until exactly 4 PM. Jiang Yu took on the responsibility of washing the dishes. An Ning originally wanted to do it herself, but Jiang Yu was too slow.
The moment that thought popped into Jiang Yu's mind, a blush crept onto my cheeks. Feeling the heat on my cheeks, I could only bury my head even lower to minimize my presence.
When she picked up her chopsticks, she found that it was surprisingly not bad.
Anning ate it.
"Bad, bad."
Anze's eyelids twitched when he heard her question, which showed absolutely no sense of tact. He weakly defended himself, "The way he said it made it sound like you've had very few relationships... In reality, you've only had a few, right?"
Anning stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded, as if to say something. "Ah, should he continue?"
Did you just copy the menu from a five-star hotel?
It must be true. Maybe I have no hope of becoming Anning's first love?
Surprisingly, the taste was also pretty good?
As she spoke, completely disregarding Anze's opinion, she continued babbling on, "How many exes do you have?"
Seeing the surprise in An Ning's eyes, An Ze seemed to be encouraged by something and quickly picked up a pair of unused chopsticks to serve An Ning the pickled fish he had cooked. "Come on, try this fish, is it delicious?"
Even if she got such an answer, it wouldn't affect Anning's retreat at all. You continued, "Even if he's seventy-seven, that's still too old. He changes boyfriends every few years on average. You're so young, and you've never even dated before."
Hearing my words, Anning raised an eyebrow, "You came last time?"
You were so focused on cooking that you didn't even notice the other person's reaction under the table; you were just talking to yourself.
My tone didn't convey any sense of disappointment or frustration. Anning seemed to have heard me and asked again, "How old is he now?"
Actually, Anning didn't have much of an opinion on the plating. She just hoped that this pile of food that looked so good wouldn't taste bad.
Jiang Yu said that.
"Is this your first time in the kitchen?" She picked up a piece of shredded potato and meat with her chopsticks and put it in her bowl. "If it is, your chances of finding a girlfriend will be much higher."
Shock was mixed with ecstasy.
So Anning didn't even notice Jiang Yu's reaction when he heard you say you've never been in a relationship.
Jiang Yu, who always felt he had little presence, was suddenly brought to the forefront and didn't even seem to realize what was happening. I opened my mouth, but after a long pause, I could only manage to say, "Ah... you're used to it."
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