After dinner, Zhang Xiaoshan was succinct and bid farewell to Wu Lanxin.
"Little Shan, thank you for joining me for lunch today and for the long chat."
"If you have time later, feel free to come by my house more often."
"Yeah, Sister Lanxin, I'll miss you."
As Zhang Xiaoshan attempted to offer a polite remark, he immediately realized it sounded too forward.
Sure enough, Wu Lanxin's cheeks flushed, and looking down at her shoes, she stammered,
"You, what nonsense are you talking about..."
Zhang Xiaoshan explained.
"I, I mean, Sister Lanxin, your cooking is so tasty, I'll definitely come again for a meal."
"What do you think I am, your personal cook?"
Wu Lanxin glared at Zhang Xiaoshan with a straight face.
Zhang Xiaoshan was even more speechless.
He hurriedly corrected himself,
"No, no, no, I didn't mean it like that."
"Giggle, giggle..."
Seeing Zhang Xiaoshan's flustered state, Wu Lanxin couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, completely amused.
