Zhan Lan frowned at Mu Yan's shameless look, "Mu Yan, the cook in your mansion is no worse than mine here."
Mu Yan tugged at her sleeve, his youthful voice clear and bright, "I'm hungry..."
Zhan Lan glanced helplessly downstairs where Liu Xi's voice came from, "Miss, the food is all ready."
"Good, I'll come down right away," Zhan Lan replied.
Mu Yan's voice overrode hers, "Bring it up!"
Zhan Lan: "..." Why did she feel that Mu Yan was more like the master of this house than she was, not feeling like an outsider at all?
Liu Xi served the meals.
After bowing and taking her leave, she left the room, leaving only a table of food and the two of them.
Zhan Lan bent down to pick up her chopsticks to eat, and seeing her standing, Mu Yan also stood.
Suddenly, Mu Yan broke the silence, "I, your husband, excel in all the arts of qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. If you want to listen to music, don't trouble your brother."
He emphasized the word 'brother.'