After more than half an hour, Ye Chenxi's three dishes and a soup were placed on the dining table.
In the living room, Tang Fei had been sitting restlessly, and when she saw him come out of the kitchen, she quickly stood up and walked over.
"Are you done?"
Standing in front of the dining table, she saw several exquisite dishes on the plates, looking appetizing and aromatic, making it hard to resist.
She could hardly believe that these dishes, which seemed delicious even before tasting, were actually made by Ye Chenxi.
She was still dazed there when Ye Chenxi came over, pressed her shoulders to sit her down, handed her chopsticks, and served her rice.
"Try my cooking. If you're willing, whenever you want to eat, just let me make it for you."
Tang Fei took the bowl, picked a piece of fish with her chopsticks, and put it in her mouth; before chewing, it melted instantly and tasted incredibly fragrant.
"How is it?" Ye Chenxi asked her.
