"Miss Shen, how's my cooking?" Gu Zheng asked gently.
Shen Ying did not dare to chew and swallowed it forcefully.
"Delicious…"
Gu Zheng raised his brows and smiled lightly. "Miss Shen, you have good taste. Unfortunately, Qiao Xi doesn't like it."
Shen Ying gritted her teeth and picked up her chopsticks with trembling hands.
The expression on her face was between a smile and a look of awkwardness before she finally grimaced.
"I like anything made by Brother Gu Zheng."
She would bear with it. At least she was more sensible than Qiao Xi.
Shen Ying forced herself to take a bite, and Gu Zheng smiled. In the end, Shen Ying unknowingly became stuffed.
Qiao Xi's eyes widened. Shen Ying looked so frail, yet she had eaten two or three plates of food.
Gu Zheng smiled and nodded. "Miss Shen seems to like my dishes a lot, so don't waste them. We're full, so we'll head upstairs first."
