Even if others did not like to eat spinach, they would at most find it bitter, astringent, and numbing. Even though it was stinky, it had a precise stink to it. In his life, he had only known two people who did not like it: her and his sister.
Ling Sheng smiled at him. "Director Chen, your sister must be as adorable as me."
Chen Mo looked at the young girl's smiling face and felt a sense of familiarity. After a while, he said, "Yes!"
After Ling Sheng blanched the meat, she started putting in the other ingredients—frozen tofu, thousand-layer tofu, baby nappa, lettuce, crown daisy, potatoes, winter melon, Chinese yam, black fungus, celtuce, and lotus roots. These were her favorite vegetables.
When dinner was over, Xu Xi came over to clean up the table.
Chen Mo was about to leave too when he saw that Ling Sheng was not showing any signs of leaving. She curled up on the sofa beside her and began reading her script seriously.
