"Mrs. Gu is truly virtuous." Beside her, Mo Qian's warm breath was felt as he praised her generously.
"With limited ingredients, I can only make you a bowl of egg noodles. You're used to delicacies, I wonder if you can get used to this." Ji Wei spoke with a gentle smile, her chopsticks still stirring the boiling water.
"Gourmet dishes can't compare to the noodles you personally made for me."
This man's sweet talk was at a master level; Ji Wei found herself utterly defenseless every time. She turned to give him a deep glance, involuntarily breaking into a sweet smile.
Mo Qian lowered his head to peck lightly on her rosy lips, "You know? The way you cook is particularly charming."
Ji Wei's face instantly turned red, somewhat embarrassed as she lowered her gaze: "You men all say that, surely wanting women to cook for you every day."
"Tonight is special, usually we have servants at home, so there's no need for you to cook. Besides, Mrs. Gu's hands aren't meant for cooking..."
