Silent, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Yu Jingchen took a bite of the boiled pork slices.
An Ning watched intently as he swallowed. "How is it, is the dish tasty?"
"I've always believed in Auntie Wang's cooking skills," Yu Jingchen said with a tense face.
His expression was indifferent, his gaze cold, cool as if he couldn't be bothered to say one more word.
An Ning pouted.
Auntie Wang brought the last soup to the table and looked at Yu Jingchen, who had taken several bites of the boiled pork slices, and smiled. "Boss, the dish is quite well made, isn't it? Miss An even surprised me; I thought a girl as pretty as her would definitely not know how to cook. Yet, her knife skills are very proficient, and her cooking is skilled too."
Yu Jingchen raised an eyebrow at An Ning. "You made this?"
An Ning ate her vegetables and nodded. "Thank you for your high praise, thinking it was made by Auntie Wang."
