"Hmm,"
Feng Ziheng glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"Impressive!"
Chu Liangxia gave him a thumbs-up full of admiration.
It was so impressive.
He had managed to prepare more than a dozen dishes in just one and a half hours.
That speed was simply inhuman.
And—
the finished products looked even more appetizing than imagined.
After glancing at the dishes laid out on the table, Chu Liangxia couldn't wait to run to the kitchen.
Upon seeing the kitchen full of dishes, she clicked her tongue in admiration, washed her hands, then eagerly started helping Feng Ziheng carry the dishes and serve the rice.
For such a small task, she insisted on doing it, and Feng Ziheng did not stop her.
However, after the two bowls of rice had been served, Feng Ziheng shifted his bowl and chopsticks to sit diagonally opposite Chu Liangxia.
They sat even closer now.