Pei Qinghan looked at the steaming bowl of noodles in front of him, smiled slightly, his voice as soft as a whisper, as if talking to himself: "Actually, I'm quite good at cooking too."
Yuesheng didn't think as much as Fu Bai, and smiled foolishly: "I've been eating Brother Han's food since I was a kid. Back then, Brother Han could make mice and bird meat taste extraordinary, which spoiled my palate. Back then, we had no choice but to fill our bellies, but now I kind of miss that taste..."
Fu Bai couldn't help but frown as he listened, knowing that Yuesheng and Brother Han both came from the orphanage. He didn't realize how terrible their childhood had been; did the orphanage not care about food?
