Shen Qiyu's dinner was quickly prepared, and during the meal, the man kept adding food to Wen Yi's bowl, only starting to eat himself after seeing that she enjoyed her food.
After chewing a couple of mouthfuls, Wen Yi felt the taste was quite good and couldn't help but give Shen Qiyu a thumbs-up, "I think you have the potential to be a chef."
Shen Qiyu raised his eyebrows, smiled, and his magnetic voice was pleasing to hear, "Really?"
"Of course, you catch on quickly. I teach you once and you learn it right away. Look at these dishes you've stir-fried, they've improved a lot and can already be considered to have the complete package of color, aroma, and taste."
Wen Yi believed that she would be fortunate in the future, being able to eat such delicious meals every day after work. Well, they might not be very delicious yet, but she was convinced that he would continue to improve.
