Nan Zhan looked over, his voice cold as he said, "None of your business."
This time, it was Jian Si who was stunned. Her movement of tying on her apron halted, "What do you mean?"
She normally liked to ask him before cooking, and depending on his mood, he would request different dishes. To satisfy his often strange and unusual appetites, she had even downloaded a recipe book on her phone.
Like that snowflake mutton he mentioned last time, or the three-course duck from Saturday—both were dishes so troublesome they could make anyone want to give up in minutes.
But his sudden "None of your business" today completely baffled her. Had she offended him?
"Nan Zhan, what's wrong with you?" Jian Si walked over, not too politely, "If you don't want to eat, then don't. I'll make it for Zhengzheng."
Nan Zhan narrowed his eyes, "Did I say I wasn't going to eat?"
"You're really contradicting yourself. You clearly said it was none of my business?"
