Yan Jinyu's eyes lit up. "Delicious!"
It wasn't that she favored Yin Jiujin, but she felt that Yin Jiujin's dishes were actually better than Aunt Cheng's, and Aunt Cheng had been cooking for decades.
Yin Jiujin was very satisfied with her reaction. The smile in his eyes deepened. "Eat more if it's delicious." He picked up some food for her.
"Brother Nine, you eat too." She also picked up some food for him.
"Mm-hm."
After the meal, Yan Jinyu was satisfied.
They had finished two-thirds of the red wine.
Of course, the two of them weren't drunk with this bit of alcohol, but Yan Jinyu's face was still slightly red from drinking.
Yin Jiujin didn't ask her for help and cleared the dishes himself.
In actuality, he was afraid he really could not help but bite her rosy and beautiful face.
