Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xiao Si chucked and continued, âTingting, why did you deny? Because of Sangsang, youâve been learning how to sweet talk for days. I think youâve learned something useful, right? Otherwise, how did you manage to suddenly turn Sangsang into your girlfriend?â
âEnough,â Nian Junting threw a threatening glance at Xiao Si, face blushed to a deep pink, âYou seem quite unoccupied. Iâll talk to Manager Nie. You should go to Africa to do that marketing research...â
âNo, no, Iâm sorry. I suddenly remembered that I still have tons of files to read at home. Iâm leaving.â Hearing that, Xiao Si hurriedly stuffed his mouth with rice and two pieces of ribs, then waved at Luosang while chewing. âSangsang, come to the company someday. We can hang out. Bye,â he said.
After Xiao Si left, the dining room quieted down. Nian Junting sat down and said, âYouâre my girlfriend. If you want to hang out, you should find me. Why would you want to hang out with him? Letâs eat. The food is getting cold.â
Luosang looked at him, smiling with her eyes. âHave you been reading guides on sweet talking at home?â she asked.
âEh-hem.â Choking on rice, Nian Junting coughed and showed an embarrassed expression. âHow can you believe Xiao Siâs words?â
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.
âI donât believe him,â she said, âHow could you possibly read the guides of sweet talk? You should be reading the guides of how to entrap a girl.â
Nian Junting didnât 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 couldnât explain why.
âAnd, nothing happened to Sister Lanâs grandson, right? You asked her to find an excuse to leave, because you want me to cook for you,â she continued.
Nian Junting forced a smile and said, âYou have a good imagination. Sister Lanâs food is much more delicious than yours, so why would I need you to cook for me?â
âMr. Nian, dishonesty is a disease. You should find a cure for it,â said Luosang in a gentle voice, âIf you really prefer Sister Lanâs food, I wonât set foot in the kitchen next time.â
Nian Junting wanted to bite his tongue off, as this wasnât quite like how he imagined.
âWhat do you say?â Luosang raised her eyes and continued, âActually, thereâs nothing wrong to frankly tell people about how you feel sometimes. If you donât tell me, and I canât guess right, Iâll never be able to know you.â
Nian Junting kept his lips pressed together for a while, then said in a muffled voice, âEm, 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?â 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.
âHeâs 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.
âNice,â she said to herself.
Nian Junting spent a while eating, then raised his head and said to her, âNow that Iâve 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 manâs heart, you need you to win his stomach first.â
âNo, Iâm busy.â Luosang shook her head and replied, âI already have your stomach, so why would I want your heart?â
Nian Junting didnât 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 Juntingâs 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.