Like the wind sweeping away the clouds, he really did finish up the entire meal.
Chi Xiaoyu's eyes widened. Could it be that the president had just rushed back from Africa? Why was he so addicted to food?
This didn't match at all with his tycoon-like diamond watch and his exquisite suits that cost tens of thousands.
"Do you really like the food I cook that much?"
Gong Beiming narrowed his long eyes slightly, prideful glint in his gaze, "You're overthinking it. I just ate because it was there! It was awful!"
Chi Xiaoyu smiled, "You don't need to be so polite, really. I'm very happy to cook for you. Honestly, no one used to eat what I made before. My aunt said even pigs wouldn't touch my cooking!"
Gong Beiming's handsome face immediately darkened, "What do you mean by that?"
Not even pigs would eat it? Was she implying that he was a pig?
