Hate

He Hong nodded. "Your father knows how to make chestnut chicken. It's very delicious. I used to like his cooking the most, so he went to buy ingredients today."

Hearing He Hong's words, Lu Zhen was silent for two seconds before revealing a faint smile. "Then I can try it too."

"You're a celebrity, so you have to control your weight. That's why your father didn't cook the dishes he's good at. I don't care. I've been gluttonous since I was young." He Hong laughed heartily.

He Hong's words and attitude looked fine, but for some reason, Lu Zhen was not too happy.

At noon, Jiang Fei made chestnut chicken and old-fashioned red braised pork. These two dishes should have been made for He Hong. The other dishes on the dining table were Lu Zhen's favorite dishes. They were lighter.