Peninsula: I run a bed and breakfast on Jeju Island

Li Ran placed the disposable slippers next to her feet.

"Put your shoes on first."

"It must be really uncomfortable to have wet shoes on a rainy day, right?"

"Yes." She pursed her lips and then nodded.

Lee Ji-eun took off her shoes, which were a little wet at the toes, and put on disposable slippers.

However, perhaps because Li Ran was there, she seemed a little reserved and didn't take off her socks.

Only her fair ankles were visible; the rest of her feet were covered by white socks.

"Is Lee Ji-eun staying here alone?"

Although he had already learned a little bit from Choi Jin-ri beforehand, he still asked about it.

"Yes. I'm alone right now. They'll come pick me up when I'm working." Lee Ji-eun nodded.

Li Ran didn't press further about why he hadn't booked a room for his assistant or bodyguard next door, otherwise it would make him seem like he was trying to sell something.

Perhaps she just wanted some private space.

Who knows the specific reason?

"Has Lee Ji-eun eaten yet?" He glanced at the time and then asked.

It's 3:30 in the afternoon, an awkward time that's neither suitable for lunch nor dinner.

"I ate something on the way." She rubbed her stomach.

She couldn't tell whether she was hungry or not.

I'm not exactly hungry, but I feel like I could eat something.

Li Ran blinked. "Then I'll go cook you a bowl of instant noodles to tide you over?"

"Ah, I can do it myself," Lee Ji-eun said, standing up.

Although she doesn't have the persona of a cooking expert, she can still cook some common dishes, not to mention instant noodles.

"I came to the guesthouse to relax and also wanted to experience cooking for myself occasionally," she added.

Cooking for yourself all the time can be tiring, but it's fun to take some time out occasionally to cook a meal.

Just like some authors who get very tired from writing all the time, but find it very pleasant to take a break for a few days and then write again.

Of course, Li Ran has no right to be "comfortable"; he's still counting on making money by writing online novels!

He only hopes that readers will show him more affection.

"I cook noodles mainly because I want to have a bite myself," he explained, scratching his eyebrows.

"Oh, I see!" Lee Ji-eun laughed awkwardly. "Then I might as well cook you too!"

Li Ran shook her head. "How can we let the guests cook for themselves as soon as they arrive? Li Zhi'en-xi, let me do it."

"Why don't you just call me Ji-eun? You keep calling me Lee Ji-eun-xi. Aren't you Jin-ri's friend?" she interjected.

"Oh right, I forgot to ask, how old are you, Li Ranxi?" She said she wouldn't add "xi" to her name, but she still called her that.

"I was born in 1994. My birthday is June 17th."

"Then you and Zhenli are the same age! I'm a year older than you. I was born in 93." Lee Ji-eun smiled and looked at him.

"Then should I call you Nuna?" Li Ran raised an eyebrow, put his hands behind his back, and leaned his weight on his right foot.

"You can scream if you want, or you can stay silent if you don't. Nobody's forcing you with a knife." A smile played at the corners of her eyes.

Tsk, Choi Jin-ri, look at her.

Li Ran silently criticized Cui Zhenli in her mind.

"Then you can just call me by my name, 'Li Ran'."

"Inside."

Lee Ji-eun nodded slightly and then followed him into the kitchen.

The rain outside showed no signs of stopping, pattering against the kitchen window.

Lee Ji-eun glanced around the kitchen.

It's quite clean.

Li Ran turned around and glanced at her, pausing slightly.

"Why did you follow me in? Didn't we agree that I would cook?" He blinked.

Li Ran felt that she had been blinking too often lately, and sometimes her eyes would even get sore.

"Uh..." Lee Ji-eun was somewhat speechless.

Have they confirmed their relationship status? How come she doesn't remember?

However, she still stepped back a little.

"I'm just taking a look at the kitchen and getting familiar with it. That way it'll be easier when I cook for myself later," she explained.

"It's quite clean," she said, glancing around before adding.

A second later, she suddenly realized that her words made it sound as if she had come specifically to inspect the hygiene.

Lee Ji-eun slightly raised her head, observing Lee Ran's expression.

Li Ran's expression remained unchanged, still bearing a smiling face.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Ran glanced at the kitchen and said with a smile, "I thought you came to check if I had poisoned it."

As soon as she said it, Li Ran realized something was wrong.

Why does it feel a bit strange?

Li Ran's emotional intelligence is neither high nor low; she's just at the point where she immediately realizes she's said the wrong thing after it's out of her mouth.

He glanced to the side, then looked at Lee Ji-eun furtively, a little guilty.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Lee Ji-eun didn't react much.

He touched his nose, pretending nothing had happened.

He turned around and rummaged through the cabinet, took out a few packets of instant noodles and put them on the table, then went to the refrigerator and took out a few eggs.

"Can you eat spicy food?" Li Ran asked.

"It's alright." She nodded.

She stood to the side, tiptoeing slightly.

She didn't follow closely behind Li Ran, otherwise it would really look like they were there for an inspection.

In front of the stove, Li Ran gently cracked two eggs into the pot.

His hand was steady, and not a single piece of shell got in.

Perhaps she was getting a little bored standing there, her gaze shifted from Li Ran's apron-clad figure to the bottles and jars on the stove.

The seasonings were neatly arranged to the side.

There was a neatly folded rag next to the faucet.

Does he have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Looking at the neat arrangement on the stove, Lee Ji-eun guessed.

If Li Ran knew what she was thinking, he would definitely roll his eyes.

He developed obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Li Ran had just tidied up a bit before she arrived at the guesthouse.

If this were to happen every day, Li Ran felt she couldn't take it anymore.

He usually just leaves things there neatly, not too dirty, and easy to find.

I finally managed to tidy myself up properly, and that's when Lee Ji-eun ran into me.

"Glug glug glug~"

The water has boiled.

White steam billowed out from the edge of the pot lid.

Li Ran put the dough into the pan, stirred it with chopsticks, then tore open both seasoning packets and set them aside, intending to add them later.

He glanced back at Lee Ji-eun. "Why don't you go back and sit down?"

She was slightly taken aback.

"It'll probably be a while before it's ready. Why don't you go sit down for a bit? Standing is tiring."

"Okay." Lee Ji-eun glanced at the instant noodles in the pot and nodded.

Li Ran watched her leave the kitchen.

But why does this behavior seem more like an attempt to "poison" someone? It's like deliberately getting the person involved away.

He shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

In the living room, Lee Ji-eun sat on the sofa, her fingers clasped together under her thighs.

Her body swayed slightly back and forth.

Lee Ji-eun glanced down at the disposable slippers and socks on her feet.

Her white cotton socks were slightly damp and stuck to her feet.

She stared at her feet, took off one slipper, and wiggled her toes slightly.