This time, Mo Yongheng was honest.
Zheng Mohong was sitting right in front of him. Even if he had a trick up his sleeve, he would not be able to use it.
However, if he continued to write like this, he might not even be able to get a wife by tomorrow.
Mo Yongheng's dark eyes turned slightly. While he was working hard to complete the task, he changed his usual silence and took the initiative to chat with the butler.
"Butler, what does your eldest miss usually like to eat?"
The Butler:"..."
The Butler did not know what Mo Yongheng was up to. He nervously looked at Zheng Mohong and saw that Zheng Mohong did not say anything, so he answered honestly.
"Eldest miss is not picky about food. She likes to eat a lot of things. I can't say for sure. She doesn't like to eat sour, and she can't eat too sour fruits either."