The next morning, when Lin Man got up, Lu Chengfeng had already prepared breakfast.
Because of last night's incident, Lin Man felt a bit embarrassed and blushed, not daring to look at him.
Lu Chengfeng pursed his lips and smiled, then went to the kitchen to bring out the breakfast. "Come and have breakfast; I made your favorite dumplings."
Lin Man was somewhat surprised and momentarily forgot her embarrassment. "When did you learn to cook?"
"It started when I met you," Lu Chengfeng replied casually as he put the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Lin Man sat down at the dining table, "Spouting lines already, tell me, how many young girls have you charmed over the years?"
"Let me think." Lu Chengfeng handed her a spoon and seriously thought about it, mumbling softly, "One, two."
He really appeared to be recalling carefully.
Lin Man huffed, lowered her head, and took a sip of soup, "Lu Chengfeng, did you put too much vinegar?"