"Old woman, what are you talking about? Hurry up and cook two more bowls of dumplings." The old man shouted.
"Yes, I'll be right there," the old woman replied. However, she did not go over immediately. Instead, she went up to Shen Yijia and said, "Young lady, let me tell you, if you want to capture a man's heart, you have to capture his stomach first."
"If he gets used to your cooking, I guarantee that he won't be able to leave you in the future. I've been through it…"
With that, the old woman went to work.
Song Jingchen heard her words and was speechless when he thought of Shen Yijia's culinary skills.
Seeing Shen Yijia's thoughtful expression, his heart skipped a beat. He quietly fed her and said, "You don't need to know how to cook. Mother is at home. If Mother isn't around, I'll cook for you."
He had never cooked before, but in the past, he often roasted meat to fill his stomach. The taste was not bad.
