At the very least, he approved of her cooking skills.
"The aunty at home can only make some simple home-cooked dishes, and they taste so-so at best. You know I'm picky with my food, and to be honest, I don't have much of an appetite when I eat every day," Wei Zilin said.
The aunty was just about to sleep, and when she passed by Wei Zilin's room, she overheard those words. Holding her shattered heart in her hands, she left sadly.
Mister, you clearly ate two bowls of rice today. Was that how much someone without much of an appetite ate?
"If you don't mind, I can write down some recipes, including the ratios of that sweet-and-sour sauce you like so much. You can get your aunty to make it according to the recipes." That was what Xu Moyan came up with after some thought.
