"Actually, your extreme behavior is, to a certain extent, a disguised form of... inferiority complex!"
"Yes, you have low self-esteem, so you deliberately amplify your machismo, hegemonism, and power politics to cover up your weaknesses and shortcomings. What are you worried about?! In fact, you have shortcomings, and you are not
What is shameful is actually very normal. After all, no one is perfect and everyone has shortcomings. This is in line with the laws of nature."
"Yang Mufan, please admit generously that your cooking is terrible and your clumsiness is not as good as mine. Don't worry, I won't laugh at you..."
"..."
After listening to Mu Wanqing's tirade, she admired Fan Junyi's extraordinary forehead, and her veins jumped.
The hands hanging by his sides were tightly pulled into fists.
He turned around slowly, with a gloomy face, a stern voice, and gritted his teeth viciously: "Mu Wanqing, I think you... really want to die!!"
As for Mu Wanqing, when she heard the bones of his fingers clenching as he clenched his fists, she was so frightened that she hid behind the door panel.
Weakly, she only poked out her two big innocent eyes, and she made a cowardly sound like a kitten or a puppy: "Mu Fan, I'm joking with you, can you please don't be angry?!"
**
Mu Wanqing saw Yang Mufan cooking for the first time.
Starting from washing vegetables, every move he made was skillful, elegant, and noble, like a king, handsome and eye-catching. Mu Wanqing was beside her, watching mesmerized and fascinated.
She couldn't figure it out: A man like Admiral Fan, who was aloof and could only play with power, people's hearts, and conspiracies, could actually cook, and he was methodical and not inferior in the slightest.
Of course, she had to admit: Yang Mufan was really a handsome man that made people and gods angry, and an impeccably perfect man.
Just when she was losing her mind, Yang Mufan's leisurely voice, a magnetic and pleasant voice, sounded out: "Does it look good?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing was startled.
Yang Mufan slightly turned away from his sharp and three-dimensional face, glanced at her lightly, and then glanced at the pan in front of her. He said in a warm voice: "Mu Wanqing, if you don't stir up the beef in your pan, I guess it will be too late."
It’s all turned into black coal.”
"Huh?!" Obviously, Mu Wanqing didn't fully understand the true meaning of Yang Mufan's words at first. After she glanced at her pot, she screamed, "My steak, ah
Ahhhh...it's all burnt...what should I do?! Ahhhhhhhh..."
**
dinner.
Under the dim light, Mu Wanqing's eyes flickered back and forth between the plates placed in front of her and Yang Mufan.
There was no comparison, she didn't feel it yet.
But with comparison, she realized to her horror that she was really...too inferior, too frustrated, too bad.
The dishes made by Yang Mufan are all exquisite and unique, whether in color or arrangement, as if they were made by the world's top chefs.
And the food I cook...
It definitely cannot be described with just the word "tragic", but very, very, very, very... very tragic, ugly... shocking.%>_<%
After finishing the meal, Mu Wanqing bit her chopsticks and kept using the corner of her eyes to watch every move of the man sitting opposite her.
When he wasn't paying attention, he secretly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the food in front of Yang Mufan for the third time——
snap——
The chopsticks were knocked away by Yang Mufan again.
