Wen Yi could tell at a glance that the steamed bun had been made by the man himself; its ordinary appearance was barely passable, and for some reason, the bun was exaggeratedly fluffy…
Such a bun obviously could only have come from his own hands; he wouldn't be able to buy one like this anywhere.
She tore off a piece and tasted it.
To be fair, it tasted better than it looked, soft, fluffy, and sweet.
It was only after removing the first layer of the thermal box that she discovered a small bowl of porridge in the second layer, which she guessed he must have also cooked himself, given its simple appearance.
In the third layer were poached eggs, the egg whites wrapped around a glistening yolk, very intact and pretty, tender and smooth.
And in the fourth layer...
As she bit into it and examined it, she unexpectedly bit into a burst of soup...
The bun was filled with sauce meat.
His cooking skills had skyrocketed.
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