Mo Jun didn't make many dishes, but there was her specialty steak, along with a few other dishes that were perfectly color-balanced, aromatic, and flavorful.
Her cooking skills were exceptional, and Hao Yansen always looked forward to them.
But he still cut a small piece of steak first and fed it to her.
"Is it delicious?" he asked.
"It's delicious." Mo Jun nodded with a smile, "But aren't I supposed to be asking you that?"
"It's delicious." Hao Yansen replied directly with a smile, Mo Jun said amusingly, "You haven't even tried it yet."
"Since it's made by you, it's naturally the best."
"Why are you saying so many sweet words today?"
"I'm just speaking the truth."
Mo Jun suddenly thought of a saying: when a man truly loves you, he doesn't need to learn, and every word he says is sweet talk.
Mo Jun's smile became even brighter, "Hurry and eat, come on, let's have a toast first."
