After Mu Qian finished slicing the potatoes, he added some oil to the pan. When the oil was hot, he tossed in garlic and a bit of red pepper. As the aroma burst forth, he added the potato slices, which sizzled loudly, startling Wen Jiaren, who had been secretly admiring his looks.
Ah... Wen Jiaren, what are you thinking again?
Once she snapped out of it, Wen Jiaren covered her face in annoyance and quickly retreated. She needed to calm down, otherwise, her heart would practically leap out of her chest. This supposed demon was something else; she felt she was about to be bewitched by him!
Wen Jiaren couldn't help but compare Long Teng and Mu Qian. Long Teng's appearance was excessively handsome, and every encounter left people amazed, radiating brilliance. But in terms of masculine allure, he couldn't compare to Mu Qian, who exuded a calm and composed steadiness that was hard to cultivate.
