Sun Qing couldn't wait for it!
But he felt a bit embarrassed; fighting with a young girl over food—what kind of skill is that?
Zhao Mei saw it instantly and laughed, "The Princess made a lot, come in quickly!"
Mo Shu had just stopped using the spatula and heard the commotion outside, calling out, "General Sun, is that you? Come in."
Sun Qing secretly rubbed his hands: Then I won't be polite!
Sun Qing quickly came out with a bowl of rice, slurping it down with delight.
While eating, Sun Qing was so excited that he slapped his thigh and loudly praised, "Princess, your cooking skills are absolutely superb! I have never tasted such flavorful fried rice, not even the chef from Zhenxiu Building can match your skills!"
Mo Shu smiled, "It's not that exaggerated, it's just something casual. If you like it, I'll often make it."
Sun Qing ate with great excitement, "Really?"
