He raised an eyebrow, "You know I don't like sweet food?"
She certainly knew.
"I think men generally don't like sweet food."
"Admitting you know, so what? To get close to me, you've learned so much about me, surely you also know my taste."
"..." She really didn't want to argue anymore.
Anyway, he just didn't trust her.
Ya Shitian glanced at her white capri pants, "I remember you also know my other hobbies. Since you know I like women in skirts, go change your pants."
"Sorry, I don't like wearing skirts. I only promised to serve you, not to please you."
"Go change into a skirt, and I'll let you off cooking lunch today."
"It's okay, I don't mind cooking."
"Alright then, I want baked snails, cream mushroom soup, seared foie gras, red wine braised chicken..."
Before he finished, Ye Anqi turned and walked away.
Would that do?
Ya Shitian smiled triumphantly, picked up a small soup dumpling and put it in his mouth, but was suddenly scalded by the hot soup inside...
