"It looks good."
"And tastes even better when eaten."
Ling Fei picked up a couple of strands of noodles and savored them carefully in her mouth, her eyes shining brighter and her facial expression becoming more and more astonished.
If it weren't for the fact that just the two of them were in this room, Aunt Li wasn't around, and she had seen Song Tian Mo cook with her own eyes, Ling Fei would have doubted whether Song Tian Mo had managed some sleight of hand.
The taste was incredibly good.
Even compared to the authentic pasta in a Western restaurant in Italy, it was not to be outdone.
This man was too impressive.
He could earn money.
And he could cook in the kitchen, too.
"How does it taste?" Song Tian Mo took a sip of red wine and, looking at Ling Fei's sparkling eyes, his eyes gradually filled with laughter.
Ling Fei shrugged her shoulders and bent her lips, unable to say something untrue, "Not bad."