Ning Lan's chopsticks stopped with Han Ming's words, raised her eyes and looked at Han Ming with a deep face, waiting for what Han Ming would say next.

"In fact, what my father likes may not be the harmony of the Phoenix and the Phoenix, but a feeling. I heard that the woman my father loved once did it for him... I heard that he only did it once..." Han Ming's eyes grew ruddy and his voice became much lower.

Hanming was silent for a moment and then said, "since my father left, I often eat alone. Maybe it's too lonely to eat alone after my father left. I'm used to making this Luan and Feng harmony in the imperial dining room every time I eat. Maybe I eat too much and become a habit and like it..."

Ning Lan stopped at these, and her heart began to ache. She heard Han Ming say so many words for the first time. At this moment, looking at the dark Han Ming, she had an impulse to hug him. However, she just looked at Han Ming silently and didn't move. She never thought that Han Ming, who had always been rebellious and proud, would be so vulnerable, at least in her opinion.

Hanming looked back and found that Ning Lan didn't eat. He couldn't help clearing his throat, gathering up the scattered look on his face, and said, "eat!"

Ning Lan was stunned for a few seconds, took a piece from Luan Feng Heming's plate, paused a little, put it in Hanming's bowl, and then quickly lowered his head to continue eating.

After Han Ming looked surprised, he stared at the dishes in the bowl, and a happy feeling flashed on the corner of his lips. This is the first time she has cooked for her. Is she... Cooking for him? Some looked at Ning Lan, who was in a hurry to eat with his head down, faintly pulled up from the corners of his mouth and said with concern: "you... Can slow down..."

"Cough... Cough..." Ning Lan, who was in a hurry to eat, choked by Han Ming's reminder. The hibiscus noodles were red because of choking.

Hanming immediately saw Ning Lan choking, hurriedly poured a cup of tea, quickly handed it to Ning Lan, and said nervously, "drink water!"

"HMM." he glanced at Hanming faintly, answered softly, took the water cup handed over by Hanming, didn't open it, and drank with an embarrassed face.

PS: I wrote late at night and went to Dadan all night. Although I was sleepy, I was moved when I saw Tianai's message. Thank you for your support and love. In fact, for me, your message is better than drinking several cups of coffee in a row! Every time I see your long comment, I am particularly moved! When I was writing recently, the music I listened to was Dong Zhen's return to simplicity. Listening to this music, maybe you will have a different feeling!