"Mm." Mo Yesi didn't continue the topic. He picked up his chopsticks and picked up the chicken that Qiao Mianmian placed in his bowl.
"How is it?" Qiao Mianmian looked at him expectantly. "Is the chicken too tough? Is it flavorful enough?"
Qiao Mianmian had some confidence in her culinary skills.
Although her culinary skills couldn't be compared to that of a chef, she wasn't much inferior.
Especially this dish of Kung Pao Chicken. It was one of her specialties.
She had done it for Su Ze twice in the past, and he was full of praises for it.
Mo Yesi chewed carefully and only turned to look at her after swallowing the food. "It's delicious."
"Really?" Qiao Mianmian smiled happily. "You're not lying to me, right? If you don't like it, you can tell me directly. I'm not afraid of criticism."
"I'm not lying to you." Mo Yesi said seriously, "It's delicious. It's the best dish I've eaten since I was young."
