Just when Lu Siyue was immersed in the happiness of the cuisine, Yang Xuan beside her widened her eyes, then stared straight at the boy sitting next to her.
As the girl who knew Chu Mo the earliest and lived with him for three years, Yang Xuan had tasted Chu Mo's cooking countless times.
In the beginning, Chu Mo's cooking skills were even quite immature, and he would even burn braised pork ribs, but later, as he cooked more and more, his skills gradually became proficient.
Yang Xuan couldn't even remember when she started getting used to eating the meals he cooked. At that time, their dinner together every night seemed to have become a routine part of life.
However, back then, Chu Mo's cooking skills were just ordinary home-cooked food level, the kind that was edible but not particularly delicious, at least compared to now, they were worlds apart.
