Shen Mosheng's eyes softened, his smile blissful, "It's very delicious, the best dinner I've ever had."
So this is how it feels when someone learns to cook just for him, to cook him a meal with their own hands—so blissful!
Yingying, how could I ever bear to let you go?
Even if it cost me the entirety of Jiutian Technology, even if I had to spend the rest of my life in prison, I still wouldn't want to let go.
Have I gone mad?
But the person who drove me mad is you!
"Really? I made these dishes for the first time." Han Yingying looked at Shen Mosheng incredulously.
Are they really as delicious as he says?
But his expression is so joyful, not at all like he's lying.
But how could it be, she never thought of herself as a genius with extraordinary talent in this area.
Thinking this, she couldn't help but pick up another pair of chopsticks, took a dish, and tasted it, her brows slightly furrowing, "It's bland!"
