Last time he clearly stated that he could only cook noodles, not even choosing vegetables, let alone cooking, which is much harder.
"There's a first time for everything. Apologies for using Mrs. Mu as a guinea pig. If it's really inedible, let Liu An get takeout from a restaurant."
Nan Wan thought it wasn't necessary, pulling back from the man's embrace, "The CEO's precious time should be spent wisely, and this skill isn't essential."
Mu Jin Huan leaned against the sink, raised his hand to pull her back into his arms, their foreheads touching, "Are you really okay?"
"Do I look like someone who would wrong herself to please you?"
I wouldn't have before, and certainly not now.
Mu Jin Huan didn't insist further and gently kissed the corner of the woman's lips, "Then you cook, and I'll finish the remaining emails."
At this moment, Nan Wan wouldn't deliberately tease him, only passively accepting his gentle kiss, not daring to respond.
"Okay."
