Qiao Mianmian knew very well that Mo Yesi was a person who preferred soft tactics over hard tactics. She had already prepared a series of soft attacks.
The dishes were served.
Qiao Mianmian immediately picked up a prawn and a piece of fish.
She put down her chopsticks and looked at him. "Hubby, try it."
"How is it? Is it good?" Qiao Mianmian asked expectantly.
She rarely cooked for Mo Yesi.
This seemed like the first time.
Moreover, she hadn't cooked in a long time, so she wasn't confident in her current culinary skills.
Although she had already tasted it and felt that it wasn't bad.
But Mo Yesi's mouth, which had only tasted food cooked by chefs since he was young, must be very picky.
He probably wasn't interested in ordinary home-cooked dishes.
"Mm, it's delicious." Mo Yesi ate another piece of prawn and gave his best comment. "This is the best dish I've ever eaten. Thank you for making such a delicious dinner for me."
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
This was too much.
