Hearing Huang Yize's reply, Yun Bilu grinned happily and placed a piece of potato into his mouth as a sort of reward.
As Yun Bilu tasted Huang Yize's dishes, she felt that although it was light, it was tasty.
"Huang Yize, my brother-in-law's culinary skills are good. Compared to him, you still have room for improvement."
Huang Yize's mouth twitched. He was the Young Master of the Black Dragon Gang, trained in many fields but never in culinary.
The skills he had now were practiced specially for this girl.
"If you're going to nitpick on my cooking, I'm not going to cook for you anymore."
"Oh, don't. I'm in the wrong. It's my fault. I will learn how to cook in the future so that I can cook for you."
"No need."
"Aiya, Huang Yize. Won't you eat the dishes that I prepared with all my heart?"
