"Of course!" I smiled slightly and said proudly: "Do you think I'm like those wealthy ladies you knew in the past? I've been able to do laundry and cook since I was in elementary school."
"Then your cooking skills are very good?" He also smiled, his thin lips curved into a perfect arc.
"It's okay!" I couldn't wait to pull him down and sit down. "Guess what I cooked?"
I covered the plates on the table with lids so he couldn't see them.
"Why do you women like to let men guess so much?" He just stared at the plates, as if he was a little greedy, and reached out to lift the lid, but I knocked it with my chopsticks.
"Don't move. If you guess correctly, you can eat it."
"Foie gras or truffles?" These two foods seem to be on his mind. I know he likes to eat foie gras and truffles, but I don't cook foreign cuisine.
I glared at him and he smiled evilly, "You're just kidding, don't be angry."
He knew how to joke, but what he said was not funny at all. Seeing that he was not in the mood to guess, I didn't push him.
"Open the lid and take a look."
With my permission, he opened the lids one by one.
The first dish is scrambled eggs with tomatoes, the second dish is sweet and sour pork ribs, and the third dish is stir-fried beef with pepper. These three dishes were all cooked by him last time. This time, I cooked them by myself.
Give him a taste once.
"You made them all?" He seemed a little unbelievable, because the three dishes were all made by me with great care. They were all delicious and delicious, and were served on beautiful plates. The effect was just like those made in restaurants outside.
"Yes!" I looked at his surprised expression with satisfaction, and a slight smile appeared on my lips.
"Isn't this the skill of a chef?" He seemed to be deliberately praising me and wanting to make me happy.
"Why don't you try it quickly?" I handed the chopsticks to his hand.
He was a little impatient, picked up a piece of egg, slowly put it into his mouth, and his eyes lit up: "It's delicious!"
"Really?" I held my chin and tilted my head to look at him.
He didn't answer me, but proved everything with his actions. He kept picking up vegetables, tasted every dish, and nodded repeatedly, "It's delicious, why don't you try it?"
"I'm very satisfied just watching you eat it. You eat it! If it's so delicious, just finish it all and show it to me!"
"I will definitely finish the food, but you can't go hungry and eat together." He picked up a piece of beef and handed it to my mouth. I was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened my mouth and ate it.