He intentionally softened his tone, and it brought along a hint of pamper, and also… coyness.
The girl did not bother with him.
Not only that, she even took a few steps towards the glass counter, and she distanced herself far away from him.
Lu Shaoming looked at the counter. There were potato slices that were cut up nicely, mushrooms on the exquisite meal tray… and there were vegetables in the vegetable basket, vermicelli….
There was a clay pot boiling bone soup, and the smell of the soup was fragrant and thick. She used her small white hands to stir the liquid in the pot with a pair of chopsticks, and the fragrance was able to whet anyone's appetite.
Her father said that her culinary skills were merely average… and he was totally being humble.
It seemed like her culinary skills seemed very good… In his opinion, they were enough for him.
