"You..." Wen Tang was surprised, "can cook Chinese food?"
She only knew that this man could cook Western food.
She didn't expect that he was also skilled in Chinese cuisine.
"Try it for the saltiness," Pei Heyan picked up some scrambled eggs with tomato sauce, blew on it, and brought it close to Wen Tang's lips.
She opened her mouth, chewed carefully, and nodded vigorously, "The cooking is good."
Pei Heyan then finished the scrambled eggs with tomato and took the opportunity to make a dish of blanched prawns.
The two dishes took just over ten minutes to land on the dining table, along with a steaming bowl of noodle soup.
"Here," Pei Heyan passed her the chopsticks.
Wen Tang slurped a mouthful, followed by a second, and a third, heartily enjoying the meal.
She unexpectedly felt a sense of home.
Pei Heyan sat opposite, his gaze never leaving her.
The food seemed to fill his stomach, his heart satisfied.
