Upon receiving continuous complints, Han Jingnian’s ears turned a subtle shade of red. However, when he spoke, his tone was extraordinarily calm, "If you’re willing, I can cook for the rest of your life."
If you’re willing, I can cook forever... did he an... that he was willing to cook her breakfast for the rest of her life?
A lifeti... eight years ago, when she first t him, the first thought that struck her was ’a lifeti’.
She never thought that one day, she would hear these three words from his lips...
Touched by his gesture, she had an inexplicable lump in her throat and a strong urge to shed tears. She composed herself for a few seconds before responding teasingly, echoing Jingnian’s words, "This is your promise, no backing out now. Who would turn down the chance of having soone willing to cook them breakfast for the rest of their lives? Only a fool would refuse such a good offer!"
"On another note, I am not soone who eats anyone’s breakfast. So, you should treasure the opportunity to cook for . You should know that once past my village, there isn’t another available store. If I change my mind, you will lose this opportunity to cook for ..."
"In my heart, you are a chain store."
Huh?
Xia Wan’an was dumbfounded by Han Jingnian’s statent.
It took her a while to finally understand what he ant.
She was a chain store ... aning even if his village is over, she still has her store in the next village?
Xia Wan’an found that while there were many tis Han Jingnian was too straightforward, sotis his straightforward thoughts made his words oddly sweet.
Xia Wan’an bit into her dumpling, her lips curling into a smile. Then, as if rembering sothing, she suddenly spoke up, "Right, you drank so much last night. How can you get up so early to cook? Aren’t you feeling sick?"
Han Jingnian peeled an egg and placed it in front of Xia Wan’an, "I’m fine."
Having heard his response, Xia Wan’an recalled his drunken utterances from last night, "Did... sothing troubling happen recently?"
Jingnian was montarily taken aback by Wan’an’s question.
Seeing his reaction, Xia Wan’an explained, "Well, last night when you got ho, you were talking in your sleep..."
He was talking in his sleep last night?
Han Jingnian fell silent for a mont before asking, "What did I say?"
"You said things like, ’I’m sorry,’ ’I’m terrible,’ and kept asking for forgiveness..." Xia Wan’an recounted without any attempt to hide details, "Did you have a falling out with soone? Is that why you drank so much?"
"No."
"No?" Xia Wan’an asked subconsciously, "Then why?"
After asking, it suddenly occurred to Xia Wan’an that Jingnian had always harbored deep regret about his father’s death. Could it be that the things he said last night were ant for his father?
Thinking this, Xia Wan’an stopped eating her porridge, "Did... you rember your father last night?"
Han Jingnian paused for a while before realizing the implication of Wan’an’s words, "Not really."
Xia Wan’an furrowed her brows, having guessed incorrectly twice.
Before she could ask him about the real reason, Han Jingnian unexpectedly spoke up again, "You’ll know in so ti."
His words stirred more curiosity in Xia Wan’an. What on earth happened that he’s keeping her in suspense?
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