In love, he wasn't successful.
Mo Ran couldn't see his expression and smiled, "Right, you're smart and capable, cooking must surely be a piece of cake for you."
...
"It's ready, we can start eating!" Tang Song put the last dish on the table and served Mo Ran a bowl of rice.
"With so many delicious dishes, I have to see what I should eat first." Mo Ran picked up her chopsticks, hesitating a bit.
Tang Song gave her a smile, peeled a shrimp, and placed it in her bowl.
"Thank you." Mo Ran pursed her lips in a smile, picked up the shrimp to eat, when suddenly a loud 'bang' rang out and the door was kicked open with force.
Both turned their heads in shock to see Gu Yixuan walk in wearing only a shirt.
In the dead of winter, not only was he dressed in a thin shirt, but he also had his sleeves rolled up, exposing his strong, sinewy arms that conspicuously pulsed with veins, as if he felt very hot.
Seeing him, Mo Ran's heart stumbled, and she panicked a little.