"Wow! Blessed with another feast today, Taozi, when it comes to cooking, I'm only convinced by you." Yun Jinrong gave Gong Yutao a thumbs up, his chopsticks never stopping as each dish was so delectable, his face filled with satisfaction.
The main thing was that this kid didn't cook often; they've been brothers for so many years, and the number of times they've gotten to eat his cooking can be counted on one hand, and it seemed like they owed this to Tang Tang.
Before Gong Yutao could bask in glory, Huangfu Zheng spoke up coolly, "How is it that my wife's cooking isn't delicious?" As he spoke, he exuded a powerful aura. Humph, his wife had also been busy in the kitchen all evening.
Yun Jinrong felt the oppressive atmosphere and subconsciously glanced over the dishes on the table; it seemed that of the many dishes, only that one cold dish was prepared by Tang Tang, yet he hadn't even tasted it.
