<h4>Chapter 269: Fancying A Girl With Micromastia</h4>


    “Aren’t they the same thing?”


    “Uh-uh... Yes, the same thing.”


    “...”


    She gave up. Wearing a tiny smile on her face, she asked him as she continued having dinner, “What do you want to eat?”


    “Rice!”


    “Then can I order whatever is on the menu?”


    “It’s a waste to have only a single portion of takeout,” he retorted coldly.


    She did not know how to object anymore. “There’s bread inside the fridge. Eat that first. I’ll bring dinner back for youter.”


    “I don’t eat bread.”


    “Hmm... There are also simmered eggs inside the fridge. Heat them up for dinner first.”


    “I don’t eat eggs.”


    “I personally simmered these eggs about two nights ago. Try them. They should be fine to consume, but the taste may not be as good as before.”


    “Oh!”


    “Get a servant to heat up the food and add some garnishes for you.”


    “Okay.”


    “I’ll try my best toe back early tonight. I should get home after 10 pm or so. If you do not want the bread or the eggs, you can cook yourself a bowl of noodles instead.”


    “I don’t know how to cook.”


    “Get the servants to help you.”


    “They are all asleep by now.”


    While nibbling on the pork rib she was holding in her hand, she uttered with a sigh of resignation, “Alright. I’ll be back by 9.30 pm.”


    The man acknowledged this through pursed lips. “Okay.”


    “I’ll hang up now.”


    “Alright.”


    After putting down the phone, she was able to finally tuck into her dinner. The twopanions next to her had ignored her phone conversation totally. They were used to the couple’s lovey-dovey act by now.


    “Where’s Red Bean?”


    “WOOF!” A flurry ball of red color tumbled into the empty seat next to her just as she finished her words.


    “Come have your food now.” The woman ced the dog bowl in front of the creature.


    “Arf! Arf!”


    ...


    Meanwhile, at the residence, Mo Jiangye used the stairs to find the fridge downstairs after the phone call.


    True enough, there was a small bowl of simmered eggs inside the drawer. He took out the bowl, put it in the microwave, and stood staring at the electrical appliance for some time. Somehow, he just could not figure out how to use this thing but was toozy to call the maids to help him. Finally, he managed to get the equipment to work after pressing some buttons...


    With his arms folded across his chest, he leaned against the kitchen cab and waited for the eggs to be ready.


    Three minutes passed, then five, but the microwave was still heating up.


    By the time the equipment stopped working, the dish had turned the shade of charcoal.


    Furrowing his brows, the man took the bowl out of the oven. The soft, fluffy egg pudding was beyond recognition by now. Still, the man followed the instructions of hisdy and garnished it with some onions and coriander before walloping down the crusty mess.


    It tasted funny and bitter, as if it was burned, but he managed to finish off the dish except for the ckest lump found inside the bowl.


    ...


    By the time Ye Erruo finished dinner, it was already 8.30 pm. There was only time for her to sing a duet with Yao Tiao in the bar before she needed to head home.


    On the psychedelic stage, the twodies belted out a passionate popr bad that got everyone listening to join in.


    Red Bean sat obediently on the seat just below the stage, its eyes never leaving the protagonist as she performed on the stage. Sitting not far away were two gentlemen, Bo Jinyan and Yu Lingfeng, who would shoot asional nces at thedy on the stage as they drank their wine.


    CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Everyone cheered for an encore when the song was over.


    “Again!”


    “Encore!”


    Yao Tiao took the microphone and told the crowd, “I’ll be singing solo next.”


    “Wow! Hey, pretty girl!”


    “Let me sing along with you! Nothing beats a pair of long, slender legs and a tiny waist!”


    Suddenly, amotion was heard at a close distance, getting everyone’s attention.


    In walked ady in a ck cupcake dress,plemented by a pair of long,cy stockings. The heels on her knee-length boots seemed to be at least three inches tall. A ming red coat was draped over her shoulders, its color matching the woman’s lipstick, which was an equally mboyant, ruddy shade. Her long, wavy hair hung down to her waist, bringing attention to voluptuous boobs that one simply could not get enough of.


    “So this is the bar that belongs to Ye Erruo?” drawled the woman.


    Thedy boss replied with a raised brow, “I’m Ye Erruo.”


    There was a brief pause before the otherdy opened her mouth again and made a sarcastic remark. “I didn’t expect Brother Jiangye to fancy a woman with micromastia.”