"Mm, over here." Jing naturally took Tang Song's hand, fingers interlocked.
They came to the restaurant.
Looking at the exquisite and lavish lunch on the table, Tang Song raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Did you make all these?"
Squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, crab powder tofu, lion's head meatballs, spicy boiled beef, diced delicate tofu...
With appealing color, aroma, and taste, it whets the appetite.
Who would have thought Jing had such skills!
Jing blinked and playfully said, "Yes, I made them all. Try it, Brother Tang Song, and see if you like it."
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of beef for Tang Song.
"Jing, you really are full of surprises," Tang Song remarked, picking it up and putting it in his mouth.
The texture was tender and firm, juicy and delicious.
"It's so good! Thank you, Jing, for your hard work."
