Jiang Nan's cooking skills are getting better and better. He can make even four simple home-cooked dishes look, smell, and taste amazing.
Just looking at them makes one feel hungry.
"Eat more, you're too thin." Jiang Nan kept adding food to her plate.
Situ Yunshu held her bowl and dodged, "Jiang Nan, I can't eat that much."
"Eat a little more, but don't force yourself if you really can't eat any more."
"You should eat more too. You've lost a lot of weight recently. Don't take care of me so much that you end up losing weight yourself."
Downstairs at the apartment, a black Maybach was parked quietly.
Mu Jingnan held a cigarette between his fingers, its embers flickering as he looked up, counting floor after floor.
He counted to Situ Yunshu's floor, where he could see the lights were already on through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He had seen Jiang Nan go in with his own eyes, and by now, they were probably having dinner.
