Su Li snapped out of her thoughts, stared into his displeased eyes, and said, "I miss you."
Feng Huaijin's fingers shrank back as if electrified, he leaned against the table and looked away, coughing lightly and teasing, "You really have no shame."
Su Li blinked innocently and said, "Same to you, we're about the same."
He was no better after all, daring to flirt and intimidate her in the supermarket, he was the only one at home.
Su Li lowered her head to make mooncakes, which weren't complicated; use a mold and then steam them, and they were done in over twenty minutes.
Su Li watched Feng Huaijin take a bite of a purple sweet potato mooncake, the soft, glutinous, and sweet taste blossoming between his lips and teeth.
Feng Huaijin held the mooncake in one hand, looking down at Su Li who was staring expectantly at him, calmly commented, "Not bad, it's passable."
Su Li: "..."
Ha, passable?
