That lunch was clearly made by the chef at home, yet she said she made it herself.
"It's a loving lunch, I'm pregnant and still making food for you, isn't that love enough?" Tian Xingyun blinked at Huo Shaohua.
With Huo Shaohua, you can't be forceful; you have to be gentle for it to work.
This is the conclusion she had reached after spending time with him recently.
"You're shameless. A loving lunch is only if you made it yourself." Huo Shaohua disdainfully brushed her hand away.
"I did make it myself." Tian Xingyun insisted seriously.
"The taste clearly indicates it was made by a chef, don't think you can fool me." Huo Shaohua squinted, this woman dared to lie with her eyes wide open.
Does she think he's an idiot?
"One of the dishes was made by me, and I also served the rice, so of course, I made it!"
"One dish?" Huo Shaohua frowned. All the dishes tasted the same to him.
Except for one that was quite special...
