Xia Qingqian looked at the bowl of steaming, fragrant noodles in front of her on the dining table. It looked beautiful, with an aromatic egg on top and garnished with tomatoes and chopped green onions. She felt reluctant to eat it.
This bowl of noodles was personally prepared by Beitang Yao. She looked at it like a treasured gem, her eyes reflecting a soft, flowing light.
"How come you're in a daze?" Beitang Yao noticed her stunned expression and reached out to gently rub her forehead, "Hurry up and taste to see how it is."
"It smells so good and tastes delicious!" she generously praised.
"You haven't even picked up your chopsticks. How do you know it smells good and tastes delicious?" He suppressed a laugh, elegantly picked up the chopsticks, and handed them to her, "This is the first time I've cooked for a woman."
As he said this, his face grew warm, but he quickly suppressed it, his gaze falling on the bowl of porridge in front of him, taking sip after sip.
