Ye Anqi stared at him, "This doesn't taste like what a chef would make. You cooked this, didn't you?"
Ya Shitian looked at her indifferently, "What, is it not delicious?"
Ye Anqi lied without blinking an eye, "Not at all, it's very delicious. It has a very special flavor."
Ya Shitian slightly curved his lips, "What kind of special flavor?"
Ye Anqi smiled, "Indescribable, but it feels very different."
"How come I didn't taste it?"
"How would I know? I just did," Ye Anqi lowered her head and began eating heartily.
Seeing her so appreciative, Ya Shitian was in a very good mood.
He had thought the noodles didn't taste good, but now he felt they were not bad at all.
Although the two of them ate quickly, there was almost no noise.
Ya Shitian finished before her. Seeing Ye Anqi eating contentedly, he said with a smile, "You're cooking lunch."
"Cough cough..." Ye Anqi almost choked.
Ya Shitian handed her a glass of water, "What's there to be excited about?"
