Pushing His Luck

She started to clear the dishes on the dining table…

After having his goal achieved, Qi Yan rested against his wheelchair contentedly and watched Tan Bengbeng clear the dishes.

The virtuous side to her was very different from the cold aura she usually exuded, and she gave off a vague sense of gentleness.

With one hand supporting his head, Qi Yan looked at her and asked, "Do you cook often? Other than me, who else has tasted the food you make? Is it that Xiao Mumu whom you mentioned when you were dreaming previously?"

His casual tone made one unguarded against him.

Tan Bengbeng threw the food on the last plate away into the bin and replied without raising her head, "Just the two of you."

"…"

Qi Yan was stunned and sat upright in his wheelchair, stopping Tan Bengbeng who was about to enter the kitchen to wash the plates.

"Wait, let me confirm. Is that Xiao Mumu a woman?"