When Mo Zhu saw this, she stood up and went to the kitchen to take out two sets of cutlery. As she scooped some soup for the two of them, she explained, "I made these dishes and soup myself today. If you don't mind, you can give it a try."
"You made it yourself?" When Chen Man heard this, she did not expect Mo Zhu to have such superb culinary skills. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
After taking the meatball soup from the girl, Chen Man lowered her head and took a sip. The fragrance of the meatball instantly filled her entire mouth, and she could not help but drink two more bowls.
"Xiao Zhu, I didn't expect you to be able to make ordinary meatballs so delicious. I really feel inferior. I should learn how to cook from you in the future!"
Chen Man picked up more food and placed it in her mouth. She was filled with intense emotions.
