Zhuo Yuqing felt a bit embarrassed; it was agreed that she would cook, but in the end, Bai Chengxi was the one who cooked.
However, seeing these good-looking dishes, her appetite was already stimulated.
"Let's eat." Bai Chengxi brought over a bottle of wine. He enjoyed drinking, and it seemed that a meal was never complete without wine for him.
Zhuo Yuqing felt guilty and hurriedly flattered him by pouring his wine with delicate fingers gripping the bottle oh so earnestly.
"How come you can cook?" Zhuo Yuqing picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece of steamed fish, and could smell its delicious aroma before it even reached her mouth. After tasting it, she found it delicious enough to bring tears to her eyes.
"Bai Chengxi, how are you so good at this? It's so delicious."
"Don't you not eat live things?"
