You are a better match for me than anyone else.

"It's so delicious!"

"This is so delicious!"

"This is so, so, so delicious!"

Seeing how this woman would praise the food with every bite, Ji Ziming was happy and speechless.

By the end of the meal, the sumptuous dishes on the table were almost entirely gone.

"Burp!"

Because she had eaten too much, Pei Ge could not help but burp.

"Ziming, the food you made is too delicious! If you cook for me every day, I think I'll turn into a fatso!"

The man looked at the dining table and saw that she had eaten most of the five dishes; right now, there was only the fish soup left.

"En, you did eat a little much today."

He frowned a little as he spoke seriously. He then started worrying about the stomach of the stupid woman sitting across him.

Looking at the seriousness on the man's face, she blinked then muttered, "Isn't it your fault for making such delicious food? Plus, everything you made are dishes that I like."