Sheng Yang tasted the dish he had just learned from Sister Qian and said calmly, "Not bad."
"Yangyang." Yi Juncheng sat very seriously on her left. "You've said the comment 'not bad' 46 times. Can you say something else?"
He was being tactful, but he was still looking forward to it.
Sheng Yang pondered for a moment. "Good."
Yi Juncheng propped his head on his hand and smiled helplessly at her. He had lost to her.
Since he loved her, he chose to accept everything about her.
Sheng Yang knew what Yi Juncheng wanted her to say. She thought about it seriously for a moment and tilted her head. "Very good?"
It was rare enough for her to add another word.
Yi Juncheng waved his hands and couldn't stop laughing. "The original you is already very good."
Sheng Yang couldn't get the joke. In her eyes, Yi Juncheng was like a pretentious little fox. Of course, this was Fang Duo's usual saying.
