Jiang Luoli held Mo Shixiu's hand and turned to leave. "Alright, let's go out. I can't wait to try the noodles our Minister cooked for the first time."
"Luoli." Mo Shixiu's expression was complicated.
Jiang Luoli turned around and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"That bowl of noodles isn't very good. Why don't I make it for you in a few days? When I've completely learned it, I'll…"
"No need." Jiang Luoli interrupted him. "I saw it just now. I think it's pretty good."
"But…"
"Alright, alright. I'll try it first. You've already cooked it, so let's not waste it."
Mo Shixiu looked at her and nodded.
…
In the dining room.
There was a bowl of steaming noodles on the table.
Jiang Luoli walked over and sat down. Mo Shixiu sat beside her as she pick up the chopsticks.
He looked nervous. Even more nervous than when he was facing problems at work.
He would find a way to solve problems at work.
