But taking Fu Lanshen's face into account, she resolutely swallowed it down.
After all, this was Fu Lanshen's first time cooking. For him to have made it this far was already no small feat.
"How does it taste?" Fu Lanshen asked expectantly, looking at Mu Qingli.
Mu Qingli nodded, "Not bad."
"Then try this," Fu Lanshen added some vegetables to Mu Qingli's plate.
After tasting them, Mu Qingli continued to nod, "Mm, this one is also very tasty!"
"If it's tasty, eat more. I'll make you some more when you're done," Fu Lanshen wished he could shift all the dishes from the plate into Mu Qingli's bowl.
Looking at the small mountain of food in her bowl, Mu Qingli wondered if it was still possible to take back her words praising the food.
"Uncle Seven, let me have a sip of soup first. Eating too hurriedly isn't good," Mu Qingli said as she scooped herself a bowl of soup.
But as soon as the soup entered her mouth, she regretted it...
Why had she served herself such a large bowl?