"Pfft, is my cooking really that good?" Sophie Wilson asked with a laugh.
"Yes." Charles Seymour nodded and asked, "It's exceptionally good, I've never tasted anything like it."
If, if Kai Bright were here right now, he would definitely shake Charles Seymour's shoulders and roar at him, "Bro, are you really saying this with a straight face? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Unfortunately, he's not here, not just not in the hotpot restaurant, but not even in the Imperial City, so naturally, he doesn't know.
It's also a good thing, so he doesn't have to be provoked.
"Shall I cook for you again?" Sophie asked with a smile.
Charles shook his head: "I don't want to tire you out. The food from the family chef isn't as good as yours, but it's barely edible."
The family chef cried in the kitchen...
Sophie was laughing so hard she couldn't close her mouth, playfully scolding, "Alright, eat your food, stop mixing compliments with meals."
She was truly impressed by Charles Seymour.
