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The man raised his eyebrows, waiting for her reply.

Su Momo clenched his teeth, and looked at Qi Wei: "I'll be going first."

Qi Wei's sharp eyes shot towards Tang Mohan, but did not say anything. He only nodded towards Su Momo.

After that, the two of them left, while Liang Yi and Qi Wei, who were in the private room, silently waited for the dishes to be served.

After getting on the carriage, Su Momo was tormented by him until he was full of grievances, and his face was extremely ugly.

After a while, the car stopped in the parking lot of Wal-Mart.

Su Momo frowned, and waited for him to get off the car quickly.

Although she was puzzled, she quickly followed, until he pushed the cart into the food and vegetables area. Her eyes flashed. You want to cook for yourself?

He was pushing the cart in front while Su Momo followed behind. Thinking about the possibility of him cooking, he suddenly turned around with an eggplant in his hand, "Can you cook?"

"En!" She nodded absentmindedly. In the next second, she immediately understood.

Did this man want her to do it?

After that, he took a pile of dishes and fish and shrimp seafood and filled the three big bags.

From beginning to end, she had only followed him in and out. She did not participate in anything, did not have any objections, and even more so, did not help him carry it.

The car drove on steadily and soon arrived at a small district. Then, he carried the three bags and walked inside the building.

"Mr. Tang — —" Su Momo got off the car and called out to him. She really did not want to follow him in.

Tang Mohan looked over at him and Su Momo compromised. Well, she kept up.

He went up to the sixth floor, but there was only one floor. Following him in, Su Momo started to feel uneasy.

He carried it to the kitchen, where she stood in the doorway, neither in nor out.

When Tang Mohan came out, he saw that she looked very 'terrified', and a hint of a smile flashed past his eyes, but he left immediately after, and he said in an indifferent tone: "What are you doing there? Why aren't you still preparing dinner? "

Su Momo was startled, she changed her shoes and walked in, but after putting down her bag, she suddenly realised, what right did she have to cook for him?

"Mr. Tang, I am not your chef." She spoke righteously, clarifying her identity with utmost seriousness. She also reminded him that she was not a maid he could order around.

Tang Mohan pursed her lips, the corners of her lips slightly moving, "I wouldn't want a chef like you either."

What do you mean? Was her cooking that bad?

"This is my condition. If you are unwilling, you can reject it." He loosened his collar and rolled up his shirt sleeve to his elbow. Then, he lazily leaned against the sofa and fixed his black eyes on her conflicted little face.

With the unspoken rules, if there was anything convenient, it was possible to lurk in the culinary arts?

Su Momo endured it for a bit, but she felt that she had the ability to turn all of her patience into steel. After this mission was completed, she thought that there would be no one in the future that she could not handle.

This was a job, this was a challenge. Only after Su Momo comforted himself with this did he calm down and walk towards the kitchen. Behind him, Tang Mohan revealed a satisfied smile, feeling extremely satisfied.

Truly vicious!

Su Momo looked at the pile of ingredients in the kitchen, all of them were his favorite dishes. Su Momo unwillingly rolled up his sleeves and moved his hands.

Basically, she felt that her cooking was not bad and she hadn't felt that it was tasty for the past two years, but it was still edible. Although she was unwilling, she unconsciously wanted to do the best thing. She would carefully consider her options, unlike how she usually forgot to add salt when she was doing it.

Four dishes for a soup, Su Momo felt that he was receiving the same treatment as serving the country's leaders.

Su Momo carried all the dishes up to him and even casually gave him a bowl of rice as he said, "Stop looking, let's eat!"

When Tang Mohan sat at the dining table, she suddenly realized that she had been too careless.

"Cough cough — —" Su Momo lowered his face, placed the bowl down, and stood at the side. "Mr. Tang, I have already finished preparing. I hope you can finish your meal quickly so that we can get to the main topic at hand. "

Tang Mohan swept his gaze across the dishes on the table, then fixed his black eyes on her. No problem, right?

"What are you standing there for? "Eat!" He spoke lightly, and Su Momo suddenly understood. That's right, he had cooked his own food and hadn't eaten yet, so why wouldn't he eat?

She unceremoniously pulled out a chair, and it slid across the floor with an ear-piercing sound. Sit down!

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the clashing of chopsticks and plates. No one spoke, and silence was the best way to eat — it was to be absolutely full.

When Su Momo finally put down the bowl of soup, he looked at Tang Mohan who was sitting opposite of him.

Su Momo stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears, then sat upright with a reserved expression and met his black eyes.

"Mr. Tang, can we get to the point?"

It would be best if he did not play any tricks, or else she would just throw the bowl in front of her.

"Alright!" He smiled lazily. "Do you want to come or should I?"

Su Momo was startled, what?

"Well — well, I'll go first —" He interrupted her with a low laugh before he could say the word "ask."

"Heh heh — — good! "It's been hard on you." As he said that, his eyes were filled with happiness. He got up and paced back to the sofa. He turned on the TV and watched the news that was being broadcasted seriously.

Su Momo was dumbstruck, what was going on?

"Mr. Don." Su Momo stared at the bowl in front of him for a long time, but still could not understand as he clenched his teeth and spoke, "You — what do you mean?"

Tang Mohan seemed to be looking at her very seriously, and only shot her a sidelong glance, "What's wrong?" His mind was still on the television.

What's wrong? What's wrong with him?

"Can you make it clear what you mean?" Tang Wan, ah, Tang Wan, I tried my best to restrain myself. If I hurt you later, don't blame me!

"Hmm?" Tang Mohan watched for a few more seconds, before turning his attention towards her. Seeing her confused and conflicted expression, he seemed very surprised. "Didn't you want to wash the dishes?"

Washing dishes?

Su Momo's hand had already touched the bowl of soup, and tightened as the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Are you talking about you coming or me? Are you talking about me washing the dishes?"

"Yeah, isn't dinner about washing dishes? Since you took the initiative, then I will not refuse! " His smiling eyes were innocent.

"Tang Mohan!" Su Momo roared angrily, as he casually threw the bowl in his hands towards her, but was caught by her.

"Tsk tsk, Miss Su, if you're not willing to wash, just say it directly. I don't have any intention of forcing you to do so." He looked disapprovingly at her angry expression, then stood up and picked up the bowl and the other plates and chopsticks.

"Bang!" Su Momo slapped his hand on the table and suddenly stood up, "Tang - Mo - Han!"