"As long as it's food made by my wife, I think it's the tastiest and the best in the world," Big Bull said very seriously.
"Big Bull, when did you learn to sweet-talk like this?"
As Xuexue flipped the roast duck over the fire, she asked him this question. She felt that Big Bull had changed a lot these days; the silly look on his face seemed to have reduced a lot, but, for some reason, his memory still hadn't returned.
"Wife, these aren't just sweet nothings, they are true words from Big Bull's heart."
Big Bull quickly clarified his intention, which was to make Xuexue get used to his sweet words so that later, when he recovered his memory and seriously proposed to her, there would be an emotional foundation, and she would definitely agree eagerly. Big Bull's dreams became more delightful, and he couldn't help but laugh aloud.
"Alright, I know, Big Bull is the best to me!" Seeing his silly look return, Xuexue shook her head helplessly.
"Good that my wife knows!"
"Hmm!"
