"Ah Jing, in the culinary world in our country, I haven't found someone who can match you yet."
Chen Jing knew that she was skilled, but she was far from being as extraordinary as Luo Yifan made it out to be.
Keep in mind, thus far, apart from when they were experimenting with new cuisine for cooking competitions, and he nitpicked about her taste, he usually had nothing but praises for her cooking.
She didn't consider herself invincible, just that her cooking suited his taste.
"You flatter me, I am not as amazing as you said, it's just that my cooking suits your taste."
Luo Yifan paused slightly, after all, philosophical statements were seldom heard from Chen Jing's lips.
It seemed that after parting ways with Zhu Zhizhou, Chen Jing had developed not just in terms of judging men.
He looked deeply into Chen Jing's eyes, "No, not just the food, everything about you, it perfectly suits my taste."
