"What do you want to eat?"
Qin Mo turned around and asked him with a good temper.
"Anything is fine."
Chu Yiqin wasn't picky at all; he only cared if it was tasty. Some ingredients taste different depending on who's cooking them, but his taste tended to be on the lighter side. Qin Mo liked foods that were more strongly flavored, perhaps because she had suffered too much hardship.
Having to compensate with other things, otherwise feeling something was missing.
"Then I'll just pick myself, and you can add whatever you want to eat. Aunt Chun is amazing; she can cook anything," Qin Mo said with crescent eyes full of laughter, which was especially attractive.
The man's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before shifting away.
Qin Mo didn't notice at all; she was still immersed in the excitement of shopping at the supermarket.