Looking at the three dishes and one soup on the table, Bai Chenyao didn't immediately pick up his chopsticks to eat but first took an overall glance.
His gaze fell on Gu Tiantian.
"Did you make all of this yourself?"
The aloof voice sounded like a casual question.
Gu Tiantian nodded honestly, thought for a moment, and then added.
"I made all of it, but the rain was handled by the pretty lady in the kitchen, and the potato peels were also done with her help, and also—"
"Did you handle the cooking?"
The still aloof voice interrupted Gu Tiantian's prattling.
Gu Tiantian nodded obediently, with a slight smile.
"Aren't you going to give it a try?"
Bai Chenyao's gaze carried a hint of expectation.
Although her relationship with Bai Chenyao was awkward, today she played the role of a cook. Like any cook would hope for, she wished for the food she made to be appreciated by her guests.
