My Other Places Are Harder

At half past two in the morning, Lu An was bustling around in the kitchen, and he finally served a bowl of sliced meat noodles.

He was wearing an apron that didn't quite match his overall appearance, but he looked every bit the picture of a domesticated good man.

If his colleagues from the company were to see this, they would probably be taken aback.

Was this the same hot-tempered old man they knew?

The meat slices had been prepared by Jin Nian during her free time, ready to be used directly when it was time to cook, saving the hassle of slicing the meat. She had even taken the considerate step of marinating the meat.

The flavor of the sliced meat noodles now depended partially on the seasoning of the mutton.

"Here, give it a taste. My cooking skills aren't something everyone gets to experience."

Lu An wore a confident expression, and there was a hint of smugness in his demeanor.