The New Year's Eve dinner was ready, and after Mr. Zhuo took his seat, the others began to gather at the table.
This year's dinner almost included everything that everyone liked.
The spacious round table was filled with various dishes.
Zhuo Junyue's sharp eyes scanned the table and he could tell that the black pepper beef was made by his wife.
At this moment, Ningyan leaned in and whispered to him, "Hubby, that... black pepper beef was made by me. You should eat a little less of it later. I just tasted it and found it a bit salty."
The flavor was somewhat strong, but it was still quite good.
But when compared to other master-level dishes, Ningyan felt her black pepper beef seemed out of place.
Zhuo Junyue reached out and squeezed her hand under the table, whispering in a voice only she could hear, "I know, I can tell, but I like it."
Ningyan was at a loss for words, she originally didn't want him to eat it.
