"Fine, I believe you! You want to eat dumplings, right? Okay, I'll go and buy some for you." He was a patient, and she didn't dare to refuse him.
"I don't want the store-bought ones, I want the ones you make."
An Ruo was exasperated, "Tang Yuchen, don't push your luck too far!"
"I just want to eat the ones you make!"
"I'm not in the mood to make them for you. Take it or leave it with the store-bought ones."
Tang Yuchen stared at her, adamant on a single point: "I just want to eat the ones you make!"
"You..."
"If you don't make them for me, I won't eat at all!"
Damn it, why hasn't God taken this scoundrel away!
An Ruo didn't like to argue with people, and since he insisted on eating her cooking, she could only compromise and make them for him.
The VIP hospital room he was staying in even had a separate kitchen.
