He was here today, and she could have his advice.
Dylan picked up the soup, his lips twitching up in a half-smile.
Well, even if it tasted bad, he wouldn't be killed.
Savannah gave him a spoon at once.
He scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
Although the appearance was not good, the taste was finally much better than the previous one. Yeah, it was okay now, but far from delicious.
At least, he could accept it. But he really had no hope in her cooking.
"Are you sure you have made a lot of progress?" Dylan teased.
Savannah heard the sarcastic tone of his remarks but did not give up, "is it all right?"
"Well, not bad. At least it won't make me throw up." Dylan always had a sharp tongue.
Savannah bit her lip. Though she wanted to hear the truth, she didn't like such vicious comments...
Compared with Dylan, maybe she had little talent for cooking.
