"Did you really make this?"
Qiao Xu couldn't quite believe it. In the three years she had been married to Lu Moqing, she had never seen him enter the kitchen. Moreover, the Lu family had so many servants, with several different chefs catering to various tastes, she never thought of Lu Moqing as someone who would step into the kitchen.
Naturally, she also couldn't imagine that Lu Moqing could actually cook.
Although the western breakfast he made this morning was decent, she hadn't thought that he could also make Chinese cuisine so appetizing.
Looking at the simple yet delicious seafood noodles in front of her, Qiao Xu couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks.
"Of course it's what I made. You watched me make it with your own eyes, did you forget?"
Lu Moqing sat across from her, his tall figure suddenly leaning towards her. His usually deep eyes were now filled with a teasing smile.
"While I was cooking, you were constantly praising me."
