The more mysterious he acted, the more she wanted to know.
If he wouldn't tell her, then she would sneak a look herself.
Meanwhile
Xi An'an moved swiftly and before long had finished preparing a table full of dishes.
Four dishes and one soup, complete with colors, aromas, and flavors.
The vivid colors were so enticing that they made one's mouth water and stomach growl.
Quan Tianqi took his bowl and chopsticks and came out, only to find Xi An'an's figure no longer in the dining room.
He frowned, set down his bowl and chopsticks, and quickly walked to the living room.
"Where are you going?"
Xi An'an was just putting on her coat when she heard his chilling voice and jumped in alarm. As she looked up, she was met with the man's stern face.
"I, well, I've cooked the food for you, and I need to head back now," she stammered in explanation.
Having finally managed to coax her here, Quan Tianqi had no intention of letting her slip away easily and quickly approached her.