Fu Shiyi had no choice but to yawn and follow him downstairs.
When she arrived at the dining room and saw the bowl of instant noodles on the table, she couldn't help but laugh.
She took a tentative bite, nodded, "Not bad, way better than what Wanwan makes."
Su Wanxin is the kind of talent who would add oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar to instant noodles. Fu Shiyi used to think it was hereditary, but after tasting Qi Ran's and Su Yao's cooking, she realized she was wrong.
Su Wanxin is completely self-taught, a style of her own.
"But compared to my brother, it's still lacking."
Su Bai was about to retort, but having tasted Fu Shihan's cooking himself, he had to swallow his words.
"Why does Fu Shihan know how to cook?" Su Bai asked puzzled, seeing as he didn't seem like someone who would be in the kitchen.
"For Wanwan, of course. The two of them studied abroad, and Wanwan is picky with food, so my brother cooked for her himself."
As Fu Shiyi talked, she sighed.
