When Chengxi, with an expressionless face, finished eating the spring rolls made by Shen Yating, one after another, even devouring others' portions, Shi Yi and Chen Yuan finally realized how they fell short compared to Chengxi, the naturally pure saint of love.
The two of them didn't even dare to swallow the first bite they took and chose to spit it out together.
Meanwhile, Liu Chengxi kept on eating, he was still eating.
Chengxi Liu, still alive!
A real man is supposed to eat all of his woman's disastrous cooking without showing any fear.
Across the table, Shen Yating, after tasting a bite of her own creation, began to feel sorry for this man.
The more he ate like this, the more her heart ached.
"Chengxi, have some water," Shen Yating took the initiative to pour warm water for Liu Chengxi.
"Thank…" Just as Liu Chengxi was about to speak, a wave of nausea surged up, so he quickly closed his mouth and took a sip of water.
