Little Lover, Listen to Me

He picked up a spoon and scooped up a bite of food. He gently chewed.

Lin Wanwan looked at him nervously. "How is it?"

"The rice's not flavorful enough. Taste, 20 marks."

"…"

"Carrot was not evenly cut. Knife skills, 20 marks."

"…"

Next, Lu Zhanbei gave a critical assessment in terms of the duration and degree of heating, the color, and the fragrance. Each of them was similarly given a 20-mark score.

Seeing his look of scorn, Lin Wanwan could not wait to pour that whole plate of rice over his face.

It was already not-bad of her to be willing to cook for him. He still dared to be picky!

"I'm not eating anymore. You eat them all yourself!"

She placed her chopsticks on the table, got up, and left.

Lu Zhanbei's bantering voice could be heard from behind. "You're not hungry anymore?"

She was already full from anger. How could she still be hungry?!