"How can it be so delicious? it's even better than our aunt Zhou's cooking."
Gu nianjia raised her head to look at Zhang Jingyu as if she was about to cry.
It was so delicious that he cried.
She picked up another piece and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Did your mother make this?" she asked as she ate.
"Yeah," Zhang Jingyu nodded.
After eating a few pieces of red braised pork, she went to try the other dishes and found that every dish was her favorite. They were all to her liking. Most importantly, every dish was delicious.
"I'm so envious of you, professor. You have a mother who can cook so well," she said as she looked at Zhang Jingyu with a mouthful of food in her mouth.
Zhang Jingyu narrowed his eyes."Do you want a mother like that too?"
He sat in his office chair with one arm on the armrest, looking at the girl who was eating so happily that she forgot herself.
His eyes were shining with a cunning light.
