After Zhang Miao left, only Yang Gang and Gu Xiaorou remained in the apartment.
Yang Gang, staring at the dishes on the table with glowing eyes, exclaimed, "Wow, a feast for the eyes and taste buds – it has to be Sister Miao's cooking. Any man who marries her is indeed the luckiest."
Gu Xiaorou remained silent, just burying her head and eating.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward.
Yang Gang, who had recently shown signs of increased emotional intelligence, finally realized that something was off.
First, he cleared his throat and then said, "Of course, Xiaorou, your cooking has improved rapidly, too. As the saying goes, constant effort yields sure success. I believe that some day you'll surpass Sister Miao!"
Gu Xiaorou beamed, "Really?"
Wow, it worked. Lately, I've become quite adept at sweet-talking women.
"Of course! When I become a millionaire, I will hire you as our family's head chef at a high salary!"
