You Are My Only Sunshine

“For me?” Hao Yansen asked tentatively, deliberately omitting the words “specially.”

“Mm. Give it a try.” Mo Jun smiled faintly and poured him a half glass of red wine.

Hao Yansen loved red wine and drank some almost every day.

In a previous life, Mo Jun had made steak for him; he enjoyed eating her steak the most while drinking red wine.

“Do we have any?” Bai Lang suddenly leaned in, blinking expectantly at Mo Jun. It was mainly the steak that looked very appetizing.

Shang Shi also couldn’t help but stare at her…

Mo Jun didn’t feel embarrassed at all and curled her lips, “I’m sorry, but I only made one portion.”

“Wow, do you have to play favorites like that? Why make it for him and not for us when we’re all good friends?”

Exactly, wanting to please the young master without thinking to please his friends too?

Shang Shi snorted coldly in his heart.

“I only make this for him,” Mo Jun replied crisply, leaving Bai Lang at a loss for words for a moment.

“Sigh, poor thing. Life without a girl is so pitiful, no steak to eat, only able to eat these crabs with little meat,” Bai Lang lamented, holding up a crab leg in his hand.

Shang Shi also looked at the crab in his hand; the meat seemed to be a bit… sparse.

“I see you’ve eaten so much, yet you can’t keep your mouths shut. If you don’t want to eat, then get lost,” Hao Yansen said coldly as he picked up his knife and fork, then elegantly, with a hint of pride, enjoyed ‘his steak.’

This was a steak made especially for him, and one that would only ever be made for him.

Watching him savor each bite of steak and sip of red wine, eating so leisurely, Bai Lang truly felt envy, jealousy, and even a bit of hunger.

Shang Shi was more pragmatic; a crab leg is still meat, so he hurried to eat.

“Is it good?” Mo Jun sat next to Hao Yansen and asked expectantly.

“Hmm, not bad,” Hao Yansen quirked his lips slightly, “Your cooking quite exceeds expectations.”

“I have a good grasp on the measurements of anything, so when I cook, I always proportion the spices correctly.” Proud to be praised, Mo Jun happily explained.

No wonder it’s so delicious.

Hao Yansen and the others had discovered another amazing skill of hers: great cooking!

Suddenly, the same thought crossed the minds of the three men: truly a must-have girl for home and travel.

As for the decision to keep her around, Shang Shi felt it wasn’t too bad.

But she really wasn’t an unparalleled beauty.

“Jun, do you have anything else to eat? A pork chop would do,” Bai Lang asked suddenly, attempting to ingratiate himself with Mo Jun, who then realized, “There is a pork chop, but it’s for Yun Long. I saw he’s been quite thin lately, so…”

“Don’t give it to him!” The three men blurted out in unison.

Mo Jun: “…”

Shang Shi was the first to blurt out, “Yun Long vomits whatever he eats; it’s just a waste.”

“Cough cough.” Bai Lang coughed, smiling lightly, “Actually, he’s not well; he can’t eat greasy food. Better to let us have it.”

Mo Jun subconsciously looked at Hao Yansen, wondering why he wouldn’t let Yun Long have it.

Without blinking, Hao Yansen lied, “Yun Long doesn’t like pork chops.”

“Right, he doesn’t like them. We should eat it instead.” No sooner had Bai Lang finished speaking than he rushed to the kitchen, and seeing him make a move, Shang Shi quickly followed suit.

Meanwhile, Yun Long, who was nearly starving to death upstairs: Heh, I’m getting shot even while lying down!