"Is that really made by you?"
Elly Campbell somewhat disbelieved. In the three years they were married, she had never seen Adam Jones step foot into the kitchen, and considering the Jones family employed so many servants, including several chefs for various cuisines, she never imagined Adam would enter the kitchen.
So, naturally, she was even less likely to think that Adam could actually cook.
Although the Western breakfast he made that morning was quite decent, she hadn't considered that he could make a Chinese dish so appetizing as well.
Looking at the seafood noodles in front of her, simple in ingredients yet rich in color, aroma, and taste, Elly couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks.
"Of course, I made it. You watched me make it, didn't you forget?"
Adam Jones sat opposite her, his tall figure suddenly leaning forward, his usually deep eyes now carried a teasing smile.
"When I was making it, you kept praising me."
