Zhou Chengchen felt as if nothing had changed, it was still exactly the same as before.
Xi Siyan finished preparing two dishes, made a cold dish and soup, then turned around to see the person standing behind him and smiled: "Time to eat."
The familiar taste entered her mouth, Zhou Chengchen couldn't help but feel a pinch in her nose; she thought she'd never taste it again.
"Not tasty?"
Seeing Zhou Chengchen take a bite and then stop using her chopsticks, he asked.
Zhou Chengchen tried hard to sniffle: "Yeah, not tasty. After all these years, your cooking hasn't improved at all?"
Xi Siyan frowned and then took out his phone, opened the webpage, Zhou Chengchen leaned over to look.
She saw the search bar said: Cooking school
Zhou Chengchen immediately snatched Xi Siyan's phone away: "I was joking, the food you make is of course the tastiest."
"I can learn."
Xi Siyan was very serious, he was willing to learn, he could become a chef for her, he didn't mind at all.
