The thing he worried about the most has happened; Tang Xiaoquan rubbed his temples with great concern.
Undeniably, Wei Yang's cooking was indeed tempting, a hundred times better than the 'bland soup' he used to make. But the problem is... her meal consumed the reserve food planned for two days.
This means that the action proposed yesterday has reached a critical moment where a decision is necessary.
Tang Xiaoquan really didn't know what to say about this!
"Hey, Xiao Tang, what's wrong? Is it... these dishes... not to your taste?" Wei Yang put down her chopsticks uncertainly and asked.
"Huh?" Tang Xiaoquan, who was lost in thoughts about survival plans, was caught off guard by the voice in his ear and unintentionally responded. He immediately realized his slip of demeanor.
