Li Shaobin was bewildered by her smile. "I was just raising my opinions bravely. You don't have to be so overbearing."
"Yeah. I am this overbearing. Do you have an opinion about that?" Ruan Yang said.
Li Shaobin replied softly, "And if I do?"
"Then make your own food." Ruan Yang motioned to the kitchen with her chin.
Li Shaobin said, aggrieved, "Ruan Yang, you don't dote on me."
Ruan Yang almost choked on her soup. It was too cheesy for a grown man to say something like that. "Shouldn't a man be doting on the woman? Why should I dote on you? If you want someone to dote on you, go find an older sister or an auntie as your girlfriend. She will definitely dote on you like you're her baby."
Li Shaobin's brows twitched.
An older sister… an auntie?
To think she could even say something like that.
"If you complain again, I won't call you over when I cook next time," Ruan Yang added after thinking for a while.