Actually, Felix Shaw didn't want to cook at home mainly because he didn't trust Mia Foster's cooking skills. However, as soon as he took a bite of the noodles, the light aroma of pasta mixed with egg and some unknown flavors overwhelmed his taste buds. Felix inadvertently looked up, staring at Mia Foster in surprise.
"What's wrong? Does it taste bad?" Mia Foster asked, confused, as she picked up another bite of noodles.
"It's delicious." Felix sincerely complimented, "Better than the noodles I make myself."
Mia Foster lowered her head and continued eating her noodles, her pride mingled with a bit of shyness, "Of course, what would a single man like you know about cooking."
A big bowl of noodles, Felix quickly slurped it all up. Seeing his lingering desire for more, Mia Foster divided her own noodles and gave some to him, "We only found this much noodles at home. Let's go to the supermarket together tomorrow and buy more ingredients. I'll cook for you every day."
