"Mu Xingfeng, you know Tang?" An Ran took the last bite of ice cream and looked at him with bright eyes.
From their conversation, it seemed like Mu Xingfeng and Tang Huacheng had a pretty good relationship.
"My high school classmate, later we went to military school, he and Jing Xiangyang went to study medicine," Mu Xingfeng said succinctly, turning on the stove, "Should I blanch the ribs first?"
An Ran nodded and described the steps for making braised ribs again. She was used to Mu Xingfeng forgetting the cooking steps by now.
"Had I known you and Tang were like that, I would have asked for some privileges earlier," An Ran sighed.
"Tang?" Mu Xingfeng lightly chewed on the name, displeased by her casual use of "Tang."
He and Tang Huacheng were the same age; in fact, Tang might be more than a month older. He recalled that when they first met, the little girl already disliked how much older he was.
