"Sister, you are very skilled at cooking," Yang Mingyu had come to the restaurant and looked at the hot dishes on the table.
He even felt they were delicious by one look.
He Xiyan just smiled faintly. She took out the tableware and handed them each a bowl of rice.
"Yixuan, you really have good luck. Sister's skill is no worse than that of the chefs in those restaurants." Yang Mingyu spoke highly while eating.
Naturally, his eyes were fixed on He Xiyan.
This girl, he already knew. Um... At that time, he thought that if Yixuan gave up, he would pursue her.
However, he had no chance.
Mo Yixuan ate a piece of braised fish and then some beef.
They were delicious indeed. His Yanyan should be so good at cooking.
He ate a few more, and the more he ate, the more he wanted.
The joy in He Xiyan's heart gradually floated on her face.
