Almost as soon as the range hood stopped, Jiang Keer put down her phone and walked over.
Looking at the dishes and soup on the dining table, and then at Mu Yanze who was serving the rice, Jiang Keer praised with a look of surprise: "Mu Yanze, you are really amazing!"
The hand holding the rice spoon paused. Mu Yanze raised his eyes and saw that the girl's eyes were bright, as if he had done something great.
"What...what happened?"
Seeing that he was motionless, Jiang Keer looked puzzled.
Mu Yanze put the bowl into her hand, "Are you always so complimentary?"
No, isn't that right?
Jiang Ke'er was a little confused, "No..."
There was a flash of undercurrent in his lowered eyes. Mu Yanze took a deep breath, nodded and said, "When you praise someone, you need to praise specific traits."
???
Isn't it a specific trait to praise him for his awesomeness?
Jiang Ke'er blinked and went over to sit in front of the dining table with a confused look on his face.
I don’t know if Mu Yanze has the habit of not talking while eating. Jiang Keer only knows that in the Jiang family’s restaurant, people are talking and laughing.
Looking at Mu Yanze who was eating quietly, and then at the big bowl full of rice, Jiang Keer hesitated for a moment.
Eat it, you can finish it, but apart from Sister Wan, there is no girl around her who can eat such a big bowl of rice, okay?
Does he think she is delicious?
But if you don't eat it, it will be left in the bowl later. Isn't it a waste?
Sister Wan absolutely does not allow such behavior as wasting food.
And this code of conduct has already been deeply engraved in her mind.
"not hungry?"
Seeing that Jiang Ke'er was still holding the chopsticks, Mu Yanze raised his eyes and looked over.
"I, I...maybe, I can't finish it."
As soon as Jiang Keer opened her mouth, Mu Yanze understood.
After picking up half of Jiang Ke'er's bowl, Mu Yanze showed the bowl to Jiang Ke'er, "Can you finish these?"
"Can."
Jiang Ke'er nodded and Mu Yanze handed the bowl over.
After taking the bowl, Jiang Ke'er's heart beat rapidly again.
Pork ribs are fragrant.
Tomatoes are sweet.
Celery crisp.
Winter melon is glutinous.
After another half bowl of light and delicious soup, Jiang Ke'er frequently looked at Mu Yanze and said, "Mu Yanze, your cooking skills are so good! You can't tell at all!"
“Tired of eating takeout!”
Mu Yanze said softly: "I don't like having outsiders at home, so I'm used to doing it myself."
After saying that, Mu Yanze raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Keer, "Isn't it too simple to treat you to this?"
"No no."
Jiang Ke'er shook her head repeatedly, "I like it very much. The food you cook is really delicious! It's only better than what my mother cooks..."
Wanting to specifically praise Mu Yanze's cooking skills, Jiang Ke'er felt that if it tasted the same as her mother's, that would be a very high praise.
But as soon as the words came out, Jiang Keer felt something was wrong.
To say that Mu Yanze did better than his mother is obviously too low of a credibility.
But to say that he didn't do as well as his mother, it doesn't sound like a compliment.
But it’s all been said.
Meeting Mu Yanze's gaze, Jiang Keer bit her lip and said, "It's only a little bit worse than what my mother did..."
I was a little surprised to see him, and then there was a clear smile in his eyes.
I don't think I made any mistake in what I said, but I just feel like there's something wrong.
Jiang Ke'er's face turned red.
"I...I didn't lie to you..."
The girl lowered her head and said in a low voice, "It's really delicious!"
"Okay! Thank you, Miss Jiang, for your compliment!"
There was a smile in Mu Yanze's voice, "Well, I've invited you to dinner. It's a courtesy, how do you want to thank me?"
"But I can't cook!"
Jiang Ke'er blurted out and met Mu Yanze's smiling eyes.