Chapter 180
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At six o 'clock, the car drove into the villa.
The lights in the villa were brightly lit.
Steward Wu was playing with Xiaosi in the yard. Hearing the car, Xiaosi clumsily ran towards them.
Luo Sang bent down to pet the adorable Xiaosi. Nian Junting curved his lips slightly and asked Steward Wu, "Is dinner ready?"
Steward Wu glanced at Luo Sang and murmured, "Something happened to Sister Lan's grandson. She asked for leave in a hurry."
"Is that so? That's terrible." Nian Junting frowned and turned to look at Luo Sang. "I invited you here for dinner. I didn't expect something like this to happen."
Luo Sang felt a little weird. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't Nian Junting be a little concerned and ask Sister Lan what happened to her grandson? But now, his expression …
"Steward Wu, what happened to Sister Lan's grandson? Is he alright?" Luo Sang turned to look at Steward Wu.
Steward Wu paused, scratched his ear, and said, "I think he got hurt in a fight."
"Then he must be seriously injured. Sister Lan, as his grandmother, rushed over." Luo Sang nodded worriedly. "Should I go and say hello and give him some gifts?" "Don't bother.
You don't even have money. I'll buy a gift for you. "Nian Junting dragged her into the villa and said," If we want to go out for dinner at this hour, we'll have to make a reservation at a high-end restaurant. There won't be any seats left. The low-end restaurants won't be hygienic enough. I don't want to go. Forget it, there's no other way. Let's eat at home.
Hearing this, Luo Sang stopped walking. She suddenly understood what the problem was. "Mr. Nian, why do you want me to cook? I'm not your carer anymore. I'm your girlfriend now. This is the first time I'm here as your girlfriend, but I have to cook for you. Shouldn't you be the one cooking for me?"
"My cooking doesn't taste good," Nian Junting answered matter-of-factly.
"But you said that my cooking doesn't taste good either." Luo Sang raised her brows slightly.
Nian Junting was embarrassed again. He quickly replied calmly, "Back then, I wasn't in good health and couldn't move around easily. I felt depressed every day, so my appetite changed. Now that I think about it, your cooking is actually not bad."
Luo Sang was speechless.
Her appetite had changed drastically. At that time, she still cleaned up all the dishes she cooked every day and would eat two bowls of food every meal.
In terms of shamelessness, she was no match for him.
"It doesn't matter. If it doesn't taste good, I can teach you how to make it." She really couldn't spoil him too much. Otherwise, he would become more and more insatiable.
Nian Junting paused briefly. This wasn't what he had planned. He had asked Sister Lan to pretend that something had happened at home and leave, then she would cook for him. He hadn't eaten the food she cooked for him in a long time, but he didn't tell her at first because he was afraid that she wouldn't want to come to the villa. That was why he had used Sister Lan as an excuse. Moreover, it wasn't nice to ask her to cook for him on the first day of their relationship.
"I …!"
"Nowadays, all men know how to cook." Luosang blinked her innocent eyes and looked at him. "Men who don't know how to cook are usually eliminated.
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"You're talking about ordinary men. For men like me, I have a kitchen maid and servants at home. I don't need to learn how to cook at all." Nian Junting didn't take her seriously. He hated kitchens the most. They were dirty and oily.
"Really? But I've seen many men who can make money and cook. They don't cook because they can't afford a housekeeper. They cook for their wives or girlfriends once in a while." Luosang shrugged helplessly. "Of course, if you really don't want to, then forget it. You can either go to a restaurant that you think is unhygienic, or you can ask Steward Wu to buy two bowls of instant noodles."
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