He saw that Yangyang seemed to like Sister Qian's creamy mushroom soup, so he wanted her to teach him how to make it.
Sister Qian agreed. She had finally found something important to do. "You can only win over a woman's heart by winning over her stomach."
Yi Juncheng felt that it made sense. It wasn't that he didn't know how to cook before. In fact, he was very good at it, especially his knife skills. They were top-notch. Sister Qian was full of praise for him. He didn't know if she was genuinely praising him or if she was just flattering him. In short, she said that his knife skills were a hundred times better than hers.
After making the soup, Sister Qian saw that the soup looked good. She praised it and took a sip. Her eyes froze. Then, she smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad."
"Out of 100 points, how much would you give it?"
