"You??" Sang Mo looked at him with a bit of amusement, "You can cook??"
"Don't believe me? Just wait and see." After Qin Jianyang said this, he turned back toward the kitchen.
Moments later, accompanied by the sound of the range hood and the crackling of the oil in the pans, a delicious aroma began to waft into the living room.
Qin Jianyang, holding two freshly stir-fried dishes, came out of the kitchen and said, "All right, come and eat."
Sang Mo rose from the sofa in surprise and walked over to the dining area, then leaned over to get a glimpse of the two dishes on the table.
One dish was broccoli stir-fried with scallops, and the other was tomato and scrambled eggs.
The vibrant green broccoli adorned with white scallops, paired with the red and yellow tomato and eggs, looked surprisingly appetizing.
"Wow, impressive!" Sang Mo couldn't help but admire as the fragrance teased her nostrils. She looked up at Qin Jianyang with eyes full of appreciation.
