In the face of Li Jia Ren's brilliant smile, Ning Zhiyuan was obviously stunned. After about three seconds, he just came back to his senses and closed his eyes. He said softly, "well, it tastes good."

"yes! Aunt Lin said the same today. It seems that I really have a talent for cooking. How could I not find it in the past? Ha ha... "

Li Jiaren's words sound quite narcissistic, but it's the cheerful tone that makes all the embarrassments in the room run away.

Ning Zhiyuan chuckled and said nothing, but with his chopsticks, he held his hands to the dish of stir fried meat of broccoli, which...