"How could it be just average! I was practically drooling just looking at the picture!" Wen Qiao got angry when her favorite food didn't receive the recognition it deserved. "You only gave it an average rating?"
Fu Jinghen lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, seeing her sincere expression and realizing she was honestly just sharing her favorite food with him, not deliberately messing with him.
"I don't like fried foods," he explained.
"Oh, I see," Wen Qiao's anger was instantly soothed. "Then tell me what you do like to eat, and I'll order it for you tomorrow. From now on, as long as I'm not by your side, I'll order takeout for you."
"..."
That wasn't necessary.
He had someone deliver his meals three times a day.
But...
He glanced at the screen, seeing the eager look in Wen Qiao's eyes, swallowed his words, and pondered the question.
What did he want to eat?
Fu Jinghen thought the sweet and sour pork loin she made that night was pretty tasty.
