Chen An waved his hand with a laugh and walked out, "Come on, I'm not a Tong."
When Tong Ran heard the sound by the entryway, she walked out with hands wiped dry, "Aren't you staying for dinner?"
"Nope, you keep Nanjue company. I'd rather not be the third wheel," Chen An, eyeing the apron-clad Tong Ran, teased, "You do look the part of the devoted wife and mother. I'm leaving, but remember to use a warm towel on his waist tonight."
"Okay."
After Chen An left, Tong Ran went back to the kitchen to continue working. She set her laptop on the microwave, with a cooking video playing. She followed along step by step, "Add water first, then onions..."
She was all thumbs, attempting such a complex dish for the first time. Just as she put the beef in, a cold male voice came from behind: "Silly woman, you should've put the onions in first."
Tong Ran jumped, dropping the spatula on the floor, "Why did you come out?!"
Mo Nanjue frowned—what was she talking about with 'coming out'?
