Gao Qiuyan was taken aback upon hearing that, pointing at the not-so-appealing food in Gu Xiaoer's lunchbox, her eyes widened. Did someone actually say this food was good?
Gu Xiaoer's husband, right? Did his tongue get caught in a door or something!
Han Luoli, who was currently hosting a work meeting, suddenly bit his tongue. Why did it feel like someone kept making fun of his tongue lately?
Gao Qiuyan gave Gu Xiaoer a long and disdainful look, unable to forget the overly salty taste from earlier, she pointed at the food Gu Xiaoer made, "Your husband must be purposely lying to you. This food, if you let ten people eat it, eleven would say it's terrible!"
"No way..." Why would Da Luoluo lie to her?
"Of course! I'd advise you to get a cookbook and seriously study cooking. With skills like yours, your husband will divorce you sooner or later!" Gao Qiuyan really had no regard for Gu Xiaoer's cooking skills.
"That serious?!" The girl was suddenly startled.
