Is it really that good?
Fang Bingwen skeptically picked up a piece of potato with his chopsticks, then put it in his mouth with curiosity and looked at Ye Qiu in surprise. It's actually really good!
"How about it? My efforts during this time haven't been in vain, right!" Ye Qiu looked at him, seeking praise.
Fang Bingwen felt conflicted: "When did you start learning this?"
"Just a week ago!"
"Where did you learn?"
"Mrs. Liu taught me, but she said I have a talent; even better than her cooking."
That wasn't wrong, at least Fang Bingwen thought these were the best potatoes he had ever tasted.
His current mood was complex. He always knew Ye Qiu loved him, even to endure this small house for him, give up dignity to chase after him, accept pleasing Xiao Xu, and settle for a simple wedding. Now, to please him, she personally learned to cook. Does she really love him that much?
