"The two of us should cook faster. You cook one dish, and I'll cook another. We can have a taste of each other's dishes later.
"Don't you find this interesting?
"Also, I don't think you've eaten my food before. Although I only know how to make home-cooked dishes, the taste isn't too bad. If you don't mind…"
"How could I?" Mo Yesi said. "Honey, your food must be the best in the world. I'm the happiest man in the world to be able to eat your food."
The man's words were sweet to Qiao Mianmian.
She glared at him. "You're exaggerating."
Mo Yesi said seriously, "I'm not exaggerating at all. I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart. My wife's food is the most delicious food in the world."
Qiao Mianmian couldn't help but laugh and hit his chest lightly. "Mo Yesi, why do I feel like you're getting better at sweet-talking now? Did someone teach you?"
"No one taught me."
