Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Xiao Si chucked and continued, “Tingting, why did you deny? Because of Sangsang, you’ve been learning how to sweet talk for days. I think you’ve learned something useful, right? Otherwise, how did you manage to suddenly turn Sangsang into your girlfriend?”

“Enough,” Nian Junting threw a threatening glance at Xiao Si, face blushed to a deep pink, “You seem quite unoccupied. I’ll talk to Manager Nie. You should go to Africa to do that marketing research…”

“No, no, I’m sorry. I suddenly remembered that I still have tons of files to read at home. I’m leaving.” Hearing that, Xiao Si hurriedly stuffed his mouth with rice and two pieces of ribs, then waved at Luosang while chewing. “Sangsang, come to the company someday. We can hang out. Bye,” he said.

After Xiao Si left, the dining room quieted down. Nian Junting sat down and said, “You’re my girlfriend. If you want to hang out, you should find me. Why would you want to hang out with him? Let’s eat. The food is getting cold.”

Luosang looked at him, smiling with her eyes. “Have you been reading guides on sweet talking at home?” she asked.

“Eh-hem.” Choking on rice, Nian Junting coughed and showed an embarrassed expression. “How can you believe Xiao Si’s words?”

Luosang quietly looked at the embarrassed Nian Junting and felt that he was quite adorable. No wonder he has said such flirtatious words these days.

“I don’t believe him,” she said, “How could you possibly read the guides of sweet talk? You should be reading the guides of how to entrap a girl.”

Nian Junting didn’t respond.

He had been studying hard every day, and he was certainly not reading guides on how to entrap a girl. He was a little unhappy, yet he couldn’t explain why.

“And, nothing happened to Sister Lan’s grandson, right? You asked her to find an excuse to leave, because you want me to cook for you,” she continued.

Nian Junting forced a smile and said, “You have a good imagination. Sister Lan’s food is much more delicious than yours, so why would I need you to cook for me?”

“Mr. Nian, dishonesty is a disease. You should find a cure for it,” said Luosang in a gentle voice, “If you really prefer Sister Lan’s food, I won’t set foot in the kitchen next time.”

Nian Junting wanted to bite his tongue off, as this wasn’t quite like how he imagined.

“What do you say?” Luosang raised her eyes and continued, “Actually, there’s nothing wrong to frankly tell people about how you feel sometimes. If you don’t tell me, and I can’t guess right, I’ll never be able to know you.”

Nian Junting kept his lips pressed together for a while, then said in a muffled voice, “Em, I wanted the food you made, but I worried that you might not want to come here. So I thought of an excuse to make you come here first, okay?” While he was speaking, his ears turned rosy.

Done talking, he glared at Luosang, then started gobbling down his food.

Seeing the embarrassing look in his face, Luosang gave a smile.

‘He’s really like a little boy. Now I know why people always say that men can be childish sometimes.

She felt quite good in the moment. It was a rare chance to see him be like this, so she felt like she had finally paid her revenge.

‘Nice,’ she said to herself.

Nian Junting spent a while eating, then raised his head and said to her, “Now that I’ve told you how I feel, when you have time, will you come here more often to cook for me? As the old saying goes, if you want a man’s heart, you need you to win his stomach first.”

“No, I’m busy.” Luosang shook her head and replied, “I already have your stomach, so why would I want your heart?”

Nian Junting didn’t know what to say.

He was nearly thirty years old, but today, for the very first time in his life, he was defeated for a couple of times in a row.

He blamed his stomach.

…

After dinner, Luosang applied some medicine onto Nian Junting’s face, then sat on the couch to watch TV and eat fruit.

Nian Junting sat beside her, watching her eat grapes and oranges and other fruits.