It's spring and everything is full of life, even the potted plants on the windowsill are blooming.
The flower bones are stained with a little bit of morning dew, and they are crystal clear and full of vitality.
An Ran's watering movements felt gentle, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of her lips.
When Mi Xiaojia came out, she saw An Ran's concentration while watering the flowers. His eyebrows were picturesque and his smile was light. The meager morning light shone on his jade-like transparent face, which made him look alluring.
She looked at it from a distance, fascinated, and suddenly felt that An Ran seemed to be a different person.
The An Ran in her impression would not smile so gently, nor would he be able to carefully care for the flowers and grass on the balcony.
If he had time, he would definitely get involved with a woman with a hot figure, or even do intimate things directly.
Of course, if An Ran is acting, it proves that his acting skills have improved greatly.
After An Ran poured the water, he turned around and saw Mi Xiaojia standing not far behind him, looking silly and distracted.
"Breakfast is already prepared. Today I specially prepared the chicken drumsticks that you like to eat." An Ran said and took out the breakfast prepared early in the morning.
As he said, he fried some chicken legs, but the outer layer was burnt and black, and he knew at a glance that it wouldn't taste very good.
An Ran took Mi Xiaojia to sit down and said with a smile: "Don't just watch it, or it will get cold if you don't eat it."
Mi Xiaojia's expression was a little stiff. She tried to take a bite, then pushed the chicken legs aside and turned to the white porridge.
She thought it was safer to eat plain porridge.
"Don't you like to eat the chicken drumsticks I made specially for you? Why don't you eat them?" Seeing that Mi Xiaojia didn't buy it, An Ran hurriedly pushed the drumsticks back to Mi Xiaojia.
Mi Xiaojia shook his head and said seriously: "I will give up chicken legs from now on."
She wanted An Ran to be sensible and stop talking about chicken legs. After all, they also had good intentions...
"Why? I worked so hard to make it, you can eat it and see -" Before An Ran could finish her words, Mi Xiaojia suddenly put down the bowls and chopsticks and returned to the living room.
An Ran then followed up and said, "You are a pregnant woman, so you can't do it without breakfast."
Mi Xiaojia endured it for a while, she said nothing, turned on the TV and turned up the volume to block out An Ran's voice.
Unexpectedly, An Ran didn't know what to do. He grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV. Then he pushed the chicken drumstick in front of her and said, "You can eat some if you don't want to. You can eat two people each. This is not good for your health."
Mi Xiaojia helplessly raised her forehead: "I don't eat chicken legs because the outside of the chicken legs is burnt and the inside is undercooked. Even if it's not for myself, I have to think about the child in my belly. I don't want to go to the hospital. Mr. An, are you good at cooking?
You have no talent. In that case, why force yourself to do something you can’t do? If you don’t feel tired, I will feel tired just looking at you.”
"My, my first time, maybe it wasn't very good. It doesn't matter, I believe I will do better next time, as long as you give me a chance..."
Under Mi Xiaojia's gaze, An Ran's words gradually faded away.
"After eating the chicken drumsticks you made just now, I found that I no longer like chicken drumsticks. Opportunities are fleeting and not everyone can seize them. Mr. An, again, don't force yourself to do things you are not good at.
It's boring." Mi Xiaojia said as he stood up, returned to the bedroom, and started packing his luggage.
An Ran watched from a distance and found that he could not find an excuse to keep Mi Xiaojia.
Maybe Mi Xiaojia was right, the opportunity had passed and he failed to seize it, so now he could only watch her fall into the arms of other men.
