During the meal, Yu Jingrong picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it in Li Chengyun's bowl. "Chengyun, tell me what you think of my cooking?"
Li Chengyun with his slender fingers picked up the fish with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He ate slowly, with a hum of satisfaction leaking out of his mouth. The corners of his mouth curled in obvious delight. He had worried that she would make a mess in the kitchen, but it turned out that her cooking skills were surprisingly good, yet lately, she'd rather starve than cook for herself, choosing to wait for him to cook for her instead.
Cunning little fox.
Li Chengyun took a sip of the chicken soup, its taste lingering like a fine wine. He licked his lips, tasting the flavor that seemed to ripple a hard to describe aroma, one that took a while to fade.
His eyes narrowed in sheer enjoyment, his expression pleasurable.
