Xinyan looked at the reasonably appetizing lotus root stewed ribs: "Your cooking skills are improving."
He Jinxuan reached out and lightly tapped her nose: "Isn't this what you asked for? I put in a lot of effort. Quickly, taste it and tell me how it is?"
Xinyan took the chopsticks from his hand, picked up a piece of lotus root, and took a small bite: "Mm, the lotus root is tender, and the flavor is good."
She couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
Xinyan wasn't just trying to flatter him; He Jinxuan's dish was indeed well-cooked: "It seems I'm in for a treat in the future. Don't get complacent, keep up the good work."
Hearing Xinyan's approval, He Jinxuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
Before leaving the Mechanical Factory, he frequently visited the canteen, and the chefs were worn out by him; they did teach him quite a few cooking tips. Anyway, even if they taught him everything, they knew he wouldn't take their jobs.
