Mo Siluo's cooking skills were indeed good. His dishes weren't greasy like the restaurant's, but they still tasted very authentic.
Wen Wan just ate without complimenting him, so as not to encourage him! However, she had to admit deep down that, apart from having some beastly qualities and a bad temper, this man was really exceptional. Such great culinary skills were a pity to waste; It seemed that a man like him, even without his notable family background, probably wouldn't starve anywhere.
After eating their fill, Wen Wan felt it would be inappropriate to let Mo Siluo wash the dishes, so she started doing them herself.
Just as Wen Wan entered the kitchen, Mo Siluo followed her in.
"I'll do it." Mo Siluo rolled his sleeves to help, but Wen Wan rejected his offer.
"Mo Siluo," Wen Wan said softly, her eyes downcast.
Mo Siluo looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
