Chapter 864: Have to Indulge and Pamper

Ling Fei curled up on the sofa wrapped in a sofa cover—the kind with lace trimming, a luxurious one—and stared blankly at Song Tianmo.

Cooking?

Young Master Song?

Could Young Master Song really cook?

Ling Fei skeptically looked at Song Tianmo and, before she knew it, blurted out the question that was in her mind.

Song Tianmo felt her stunned expression was too adorable. Her little head slightly tilted, her delicate pink lips slightly parted, her dark eyes were brighter due to her puzzlement, seeming as if they could speak on their own... He felt a ticklish sensation in his heart and couldn't resist leaning in ambiguously, pinching her cheek, and chuckled, "Looking down on your husband, huh?"

Ling Fei swatted his hand away and huffed, "Whether you can cook or not isn't something you just say... Are you sure what you make won't be poisonous? Let's just eat out! I'm really hungry."