Xiang Linghao picked up a pair of chopsticks and grabbed a slice of lotus root, remembering the taste of the dishes that Xue Xianglan used to make, and couldn't help but swallow.
He really wanted to try it, but there was always a bit of hesitation, not daring to dig in so directly and freely.
Seeing him hesitating with the lotus root, Xue Xianglan couldn't help but roll her eyes. Can you not make that face?
Now, after so many years of refining her skills, her cooking is already pretty good.
However, the first impression seems to be the most profound, so being a little worried is normal, right?
Xue Xianglan pressed her lips and said, "Go ahead and eat, it's not poisonous."
Xiang Linghao, "..."
"I didn't mean that, I was just savoring the mood."
"Hmm, I know, you're gathering your courage." Xue Xianglan nodded.
Xiang Linghao, "..."
"No... I'm reminiscing about the taste you used to make, I think what you make now must be even tastier."
