He Xing took a sip of the mushroom soup and was instantly won over by its taste. "Oh my God, this is too delicious. What have I been eating for the past 30 years?! Your cooking skills are so good. Teach me more in the future and I'll cook for you."
Du Yue took small bites of her spaghetti and smiled at him. "I didn't make these. I bought them from a Western restaurant before the apocalypse." Du Yue glanced at He Xing with a half-smile. Initially, she thought that He Xing's attempt at bootlicking would be a little awkward. However, she did not expect He Xing to not feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he praised her, "I didn't expect you to have such a grand taste. The food you bought is so delicious."
