Dinner was noodles cooked by Xia Yanxin herself, with pickled vegetables, minced meat, and cilantro. It tasted quite good, and perhaps it was because he was really hungry, but Long Yutian, who was usually picky, ended up enjoying it a lot. He didn't just finish the noodles but slurped up the soup until there was none left.
With her hands propping up her cheeks, Xia Yanxin watched him with a smile, "Hmm, all gone, huh! Seems my cooking skills are pretty close to those of a five-star French chef!"
"Please, stop flattering yourself. It tasted horrible! I just didn't want to hurt your feelings!"
Xia Yanxin raised an eyebrow, "Ahem, would you like another bowl then?"
"Um... although it was nasty, serve me another bowl!"
"Sorry, there's none left!"