Yang Wenwen noticed that Yue Qingshan wasn't prepared to continue the conversation, so she could only regard Yue Qingshan's previous remarks as a joke, possibly just a playful tease to mock Su Changfeng in a different way. Someone like her, a goddess, couldn't possibly be interested in Su Changfeng, right? And secretly aspiring to climb into Su Changfeng's bed—what a global joke!
As the kitchen began to emit sporadic scents, Yang Wenwen, who was watching TV in the living room, could no longer keep her composure.
She didn't believe in Su Changfeng's cooking skills, nor did she believe he could make a delicious meal. But now, what's with these mouth-watering aromas?
Yang Wenwen couldn't help swallowing her saliva and asked Yue Qingshan, "Is Su Changfeng really as amazing as you say?"
"Of course, and Su Changfeng's abilities aren't limited to just this aspect; you simply haven't experienced them," Yue Qingshan nodded and said.
