"Zheng, it's just you and Tang Tang left. Come sit down and eat!" Gong Yutao took it upon himself to call everyone to the table.
Huangfu Zheng glanced at him indifferently, took a seat, and Tang Anzhi sat down beside him. Seeing that her mother had been served a bowl of meat porridge, she thanked Gong Yutao, "Thank you!"
"What's there to thank, it's just a small matter." Gong Yutao's grin widened cheerfully.
"This porridge is really well made. For a young man to have such cooking skills is quite impressive. Whoever becomes your girlfriend in the future is truly fortunate." Tang Suyue also complimented him, knowing the young man was skilled in cooking but not realizing just how good he was.
The aromatic porridge was appetizing and made her hungry. It was rare to find a young man, especially one from a wealthy family, with such culinary talent these days.
