While Ye Shuang and Mother Ye were lamenting the loss of such a wonderful potential candidate, the potential candidate himself was in awe of the show that was happening in the living room.
Even though he hadn't tasted the food, based on smell and appearance alone, he was already mighty impressed. To be able to prepare a home-cooked meal of such a standard, Fang Mo felt it was logical that his friend had found a romantic partner in Ye Shuang.
The stir-fried bok choy was practically glistening with an emerald glow; the sweet-and-sour braised ribs were shining appetizingly; the smell of the tofu and prawn soup was heavenly, carrying with it the freshness of the sea. The dishes that filled the table were home-cooked meals, but the standard of the knife skill, the decoration, and the coloring were all the standard of a professional chef.
