When Liang Xiaohan saw Hao Jian holding a plate of delicious-looking pasta, her eyes immediately lit up. If her gaze before was filled with nothing but darkness and resentment, now she was completely taken by surprise.
She never expected that a man like Hao Jian, who seemed incapable of anything, could actually cook pasta that smelled so appetizing. She had no doubt this pasta was made by Hao Jian because she knew the ingredients in the house; they had bought some pasta ingredients yesterday. Moreover, although the sounds Hao Jian made in the kitchen were faint, she could still hear them through the closed door.
Initially, she thought Hao Jian would just haphazardly solve his hunger problem, but she didn't expect him to make pasta with such flavor. At this moment, she looked at Hao Jian with a face full of astonishment.
