About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Lin Junyang stood at the door, panting heavily. An Ran looked at the food box in his hand, then turned to look at Mu Xingfeng. He really asked him to go to the restaurant to pack food.
Lin Junyang handed the food box to An Ran: "Here you go, little brat. Shengbaiwei's sweet and sour ribs and braised chicken. I nearly lost half my life for these two dishes."
God knows how he managed to pack these two dishes within fifteen minutes. As soon as he left, he called the manager of Shengbaiwei to have the kitchen prepare them immediately. On the road, he even turned on the car siren. He knew if he didn't make it back within fifteen minutes, Mu Xingfeng would really starve him.
Once An Ran heard it was food from Shengbaiwei, her eyes immediately smiled, "Thank you."
"Good thing you're grateful," Lin Junyang instantly warmed to her smile and teased as he sat down at the dining table.
