In the mortal world, it's often said that to win a man's heart, you must first win his stomach.
After all, men in this era don't cook.
But with Zhu Pingniang, it's the other way around.
She tilted her head, savoring the sweetness on her lips and her slightly accelerated heartbeat, and softly said, "Chang'an, you've got your sister's stomach."
"...?"
To Zhu Pingniang's surprise, Xu Chang'an listened to her words without the slightest hint of shyness and instead looked at her helplessly.
Zhu Pingniang was stunned for a moment, then realized she had teased Xu Chang'an too many times in the past, so he was probably used to such words.
She felt a bit helpless at that moment.
A rare moment when she wanted to say a genuine heartfelt thing... should she call it self-inflicted?
"Tsk."
Zhu Pingniang clicked her tongue, then spread her hands, pointing at a bag of candied fruits on the table and said coyly, "I don't care... let's phrase it another way."
