Before, Zhang Fan hadn't paid much attention, but now, Ye Xuan's attire was utterly transformed.
Zhang Fan tiptoed stealthily into the kitchen and directly hugged Ye Xuan.
"Ah!"
Ye Xuan was startled by Zhang Fan's action, then immediately blushed, holding the spatula and glared daggers at him. "Go wash up, you reek of sweat."
"Xuan, you've gotten prettier," Zhang Fan chuckled.
"Go away, don't disturb my cooking," Ye Xuan huffed.
Since Zhang Fan's appetite had exploded, every day he had to cook two pots of rice, one and a half of which were for Zhang Fan.
And there were twenty eggs.
"Don't eat too many eggs, cholesterol will be high," Zhang Dongyang warned as he watched Zhang Fan wolfing down his food.
"Oh Dad, you're just afraid that I'll eat you out of house and home, relax, that won't happen," Zhang Fan said, while Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan kept stuffing peeled eggs into his bowl.
What you eat is what you need!