Of course, all he could make was noodles.
Li Jiangyuan said, "Sometimes when I'm alone, I think about us in the past, so I try to make it. Try it, do you like it?"
His eyes were full of concern. An Qi took a bite and inexplicably felt that the taste was so familiar it made her want to cry.
The phone placed to the side started ringing. As she was about to get up, Li Jiangyuan had already walked over and handed her the phone.
Looking at the screen, he said, "It's your mom calling."
"Give it to me!" An Qi reached out her hand, and Li Jiangyuan put the phone in her hand.
An Qi answered the call, "Mom."
"Did you see Li Jiangyuan last night?"
"Yeah."
"How are things progressing between you two? Have you reconciled?" Mrs. An was very nosy, and An Qi was speechless. "I've told you, it's not possible between us."
