"It's faster for two people to cook. You make a dish, and I'll make a dish. Then we can taste each other's cooking and see how it's like."
"Don't you think it's fun?"
"Besides, I don't think you've ever tasted my cooking. Although I can only make some simple home-cooked dishes, the taste isn't too bad. If you don't mind..."
"How can I mind?" Ashton Heath immediately said, "Wife, the food you cook must be the best in the world. To be able to eat your cooking makes me the luckiest man in the world."
The man's words were as if they were coated with honey, making Joanna Lawrence's heart feel sweet.
She laughed and glared at him, "You're exaggerating."
Ashton Heath put on a serious face and said, "Not at all, I'm speaking from my heart. The food my wife makes is the most delicious in the world."
Joanna couldn't help but laugh. She gently hit him on the chest, "Ashton Heath, how is it that you're getting better and better at sweet talking? Did someone teach you?"
