"Wow! What a feast!"
After putting down Sofia, Lu Yang was immediately captivated by the delicious dishes on the dining table.
Braised pork, Beijing roast duck, salted duck soup, could Sofia really be a European superstar?
Was she perhaps secretly an oriental chef?
In this day and age, you can't even order takeout like this if you wanted to.
Sofia followed behind Lu Yang, feeling somewhat helpless.
She had just made such a bold move, wrapping her legs around Lu Yang's waist.
Yet, any man would find it impossible to resist.
But Lu Yang still managed to put her down.
This... sometimes being too good at cooking seemingly isn't a good thing after all.
The candlelight on the dining table was so charming, the whole room felt quite romantic.
Such a dreamy scene didn't move Lu Yang, but instead, the dishes on the table caught his attention.
This straight man made of steel was really hopeless.
