Li Shengxiao served himself another piece of egg, his mood uplifted, "No, it was delicious before, but now it's even more delicious!"
Rong Yan was left speechless by his compliments!
She finally understood where Little Baby got his knack for sweet-talking from a young age. She always thought she was terribly slow as a child—it turns out she inherited it from someone.
Just a few words about the food being delicious made her feel indulgently affectionate.
With Rong Yan accompanying him, within half an hour, all the food she brought was completely finished. Even the tomato scrambled eggs, which were relatively a failure after her trial, were eventually devoured. The only thing left was the pigeon soup she had brought from the store in the afternoon.
He elegantly arranged the empty food containers, setting the pigeon soup aside, "You don't have to worry about this; I'll have Gu Ming handle it."
"Alright."
