Despite his high expectations, Mu Yuze was bound to be disappointed for the end result did not turn out the way he'd imagined it to be. He peered up at He Juan who had just taken a bite of the egg roll, feeling so nervous that his heart was jumping on his throat. "H–How is it…?"
He Juan let out a hum and gave him a thumbs up, beaming from ear to ear, "It's so good, Xiao Ze. The best egg roll I've ever eaten my whole life! How can you be so talented? Look at how delicious, soft and—"
"Enough," Mu Yuze covered his burning face with a hand to get over the embarrassment. He had been distracted when frying the egg and it ended up a little burnt. At one glance, he could tell that the taste was passable at most. So how could He Juan be so shameless to sing empty praises without even batting an eyelid?
"Why? I am telling the truth!" To prove his words, He Juan took another big bite together with a spoonful of warm rice. "Your egg roll is soft and sweet. Hmm… it suits my taste perfectly!"
