"Hmph! You said such nice things before, telling me to eat more..." Zhen Xiaoyan watched Ye Lang eat her food, warmth welling up in her heart. Yet on the surface, she still gave him no pleasant expression.
"So make more. Don't worry, if you have no money, I'll give you some," Ye Lang said.
"I don't want your money. Who do you think I am to you..." Zhen Xiaoyan immediately retorted.
"My cook. Don't forget, you have to cook for me for the rest of your life. Don't worry, for my own sake, I'll support you for the rest of your life!" Ye Lang replied blankly.
"You..."
A cook? For the rest of her life? Support her?
Those key words left everyone dumbstruck. Had things between them progressed this far already? That couldn't be, could it? If so, why would Ye Lang let Zhen Xiaoyan pursue Moya?
God, tell me—what exactly was going on?
Everyone present was thoroughly confused, completely unable to understand what was happening between Ye Lang and Zhen Xiaoyan, or what tune the two of them were singing!
But there was one thing everyone could be certain of: Moya would definitely be put in an awkward position...
And the two of them ignored everyone's opinions, continuing to do things that made people feel a little envious, a little speechless, and at the same time, a little bewildered!
"Hey, Fatty, do you have any more of this?" Ye Lang asked after finishing one item of food.
"Here, take it all!" As always, Zhen Xiaoyan gave Ye Lang her own portion first. Though she said she would not give it to him and wanted to snatch it back, whenever Ye Lang wanted to eat something, she gave it to him.
"Hmph! Let's see how you can compete with