She vaguely heard a faint chuckle from behind, then quickened her pace.
On the dining table was a bowl of clear broth noodles with a golden fried egg on top, looking quite presentable.
There were no scallions that she hated, and there was also a glass of plain water next to it.
There aren't many men who can cook these days, so it was quite rare that a busy CEO could make a bowl of noodles. She didn't expect it to taste that good.
However, that notion didn't hold up when she tasted it.
It was delicious.
Nan Wan picked up a few more strands and brought them to her mouth, blew on them, swallowed, then suddenly remembered something.
She looked up at the person across from her and asked, "Does this bowl of noodles count too?"
If it was considered a debt, it might be better not to eat it.
Mu Jin Huan's handsome face remained impassive, holding a cigarette between his long fingers, but it was unlit.
