Watching a grown man throw a tantrum and roll on the ground, An Ran couldn't help but laugh. Her mood improved significantly. It was obvious that this guy was Mu Xingfeng's brother. Anyone who could make the normally venomous Mu Xingfeng look helpless must have a very special relationship with him.
"You two sit first; I'll go make two more vegetable dishes," An Ran said, taking the spatula from Mu Xingfeng's hand and heading into the kitchen.
As soon as An Ran left, Lin Junyang sidled up. "Boss, you two aren't really…"
He made a gesture to indicate a close relationship.
Mu Xingfeng knew exactly what Lin Junyang was thinking. Thinking about his relationship with An Ran, he felt quite helpless. Unfastening his apron, he calmly said, "Don't get it wrong. She thinks of me as a father figure."
"Pfft—" Lin Junyang spit out the water he had just drunk, almost spraying it on the table. He then choked and coughed for quite a while before he looked up. "Boss, did you say a father figure?"
