"I want to eat with you."
As if by magic, Yin Baiyan pulled out another steaming bowl of noodles from behind, sat down at the desk, picked up a chopstick full of noodles, and clicked his tongue in approval, "I really am a perfect man. Just one look at the recipe and I can make something this good."
Yan Xiaye's heart stirred, and she couldn't help but ask, "Did you... just learn this?"
"Of course," Yin Baiyan raised an eyebrow at her. "Little Xiaye, I am the rightful heir of the Yin Family, a proper noble young master. If I had to personally handle these trivial matters on a daily basis, when would I have time to become the youngest master of the industry?"
So that means...
Yan Xiaye paused briefly, her gaze falling on the bowl of tempting noodles, uncertain whether Yin Baiyan had lit up this cooking skill just for her.
