Chen Feng dashed to the dining table and saw a feast of delicious dishes.
Without any reserve, he sat down and began to devour the food.
"Slow down, no one is competing with you,"
Qin Yao said with a laugh as she took a seat beside him.
"Your cooking is really amazing, I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking, impressive, it's delicious."
Chen Feng did not skimp on his praise.
It wasn't that he was deliberately flattering, but that Qin Yao's cooking skills were indeed quite amazing.
Qin Yao was extremely pleased with the compliments, her almond-shaped eyes gently looking at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng alone, like a whirlwind, finished all the dishes Qin Yao had prepared.
Qin Yao watched, dumbfounded, not expecting Chen Feng to have such a big appetite.
"Don't you feel full?"
Qin Yao asked, quite concerned.
"Just right,"
Chen Feng said, leaning back on the sofa, comfortably rubbing his belly.
