Song Zhen's sincere words carried a hint of shyness.
His lack of cooking skills made him feel somewhat insecure in front of Gu Xinzhou.
Not daring to look into Gu Xinzhou's eyes, he bowed his head and picked up an egg, softly saying, "I will learn more dishes, and in the future, I surely won't only know how to cook eggs."
His Little Zhouzhou, he still had a gastric ulcer!
He needed to learn more medicinal cuisine to help Little Zhouzhou gradually heal his stomach. That was the right way.
A pair of chopsticks blocked his action of eating the egg.
Song Zhen looked up in surprise and saw Gu Xinzhou gazing at him expressionlessly.
Her eyes flickered with an indecipherable light as she calmly said to him, "The noodles you made are very delicious, just eat the noodles first!"
A faint joy surged into Song Zhen's eyes.
He remained motionless, not daring to speak!
He feared that the harmonious scene in front of him would be shattered!
Gu Xinzhou was not quite used to his gaze.
