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The dishes and soup that Chef Liang Guang made were indeed delicious, full of color, aroma, and taste, carrying on seventy percent of Lin Xuanzi's legacy.
Mai Xiaomai, who hadn't had much of an appetite for a few days, finally dug in and ate quite a lot.
Seeing her finally eating normally, Qiao Chutian was relieved and ate plenty himself.
"It seems I really have to admire Lin Xuanzi."
After eating, Mai Xiaomai talked about Lin Xuanzi's culinary skills, to which Qiao Chutian remarked, "Even if he manages to tempt you away, I'm almost resigned to it."
"He's a genius."
Mai Xiaomai nodded and said, "Whatever he does, he excels at. But, darling, I only love you, even if you can't do anything. What's more, you run a multi-billion-dollar corporation, your porridge is delicious, and your Western cooking is great too."
Those words made Qiao Chutian feel content, "And I'm at least taller and more handsome than him!"
"That's an undeniable fact!"
