"Just a pineapple rice..."
"Wow! Pineapple rice, my favorite!"
Chen Jiaxuan excitedly ran to the pineapple rice made by Ye Xian, leaned down and took a deep sniff, "It smells great just by itself, can I try a bite?"
Meng Jin: "..."
Ye Xian: "Of course you can."
Chen Jiaxuan, unable to wait, picked up a spoon and took a bite, "Sour and sweet, soft and sticky, bursting with flavor, it's the taste of happiness! It's even better than my favorite restaurant's!"
"Pfft, such a suck-up—"
Qiao Yahan muttered softly, "It's just a pineapple rice, who can't make that?"
Usually when Qiao Yahan snarkily dissed guests from the Match House like this, everyone because of fear of her family background or considering their appearance before the live broadcast, would swallow their words and pretend not to hear, but Ye Xian just looked at her amusingly, "Oh really? Then why don't you give it a try?"
Qiao Yahan bit back angrily, "What can't I do?"
