"Senior Jiang, I'll go to have dinner first."

When Nangong Yaji was turning around, he heard Su Muer talking to the person on his phone. He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head. Su Muer had already said goodbye to the person on his phone.

Nangong Yaji wanted to ask her who Senior Jiang was, but when Su Muer talked to Senior Jiang last second, his voice was gentle and his eyebrows and eyes softened.

And when Su Muer faced him, the expression on her face quickly dimmed again.

Nangong Yaji swallowed the words he wanted to ask back to his throat. He was not qualified to ask Su Muer.

Su Muer put down her cell phone, and she walked into the restaurant and saw a few dishes on the dining table.

Nangong Yaji made Western food, fried steak and pasta. What surprised Su Muer was that he could make cream corn soup.

As a meal, there are also homemade fried chicken nuggets made by Nangong Yaji, which is an appetizing and detoxifying tomato and vegetable salad.

Nangong Yaji seemed to be quite confident in his cooking skills, and he said to Su Muer:

“Try what I did.”

Su Muer sat behind the dining table, and Nangong Yaji handed the knife and fork to Su Muer.

Instead of taking the knife and fork in his hand, Su Muer took a pair of knife and fork that were far away from her.

She doesn't like using things he touched...

Nangong Yaji lowered his eyelids and took back the knife and fork in his hand.

Su Muer lowered his head to eat, and there was no sound throughout the whole process. Nangong Yaji looked at her expression carefully, hoping to find some reactions to his cooking from her expression, but Su Muer had no expression on her face, which made people unable to see whether she was satisfied with the meal Nangong Yaji cooked.

Nangong Yaji wanted to speak, but was afraid that Su Muer would be dissatisfied with his voice. He lowered his head and silencedly ate the steak in front of him.

While Su Muer was drinking cream mushroom corn soup, Nangong Yaji seemed to have a great courage. He asked carefully:

"Is it tasty?"

"Well..." Su Muer responded lightly.

When Nangong Yaji heard her respond to him, the corners of his lips curled up.

"Is that true? If you like to eat, I'll cook in the future!"

"No need." Su Muer immediately refused him.

"Those days, I'll cook..." Nangong Yaji took another step back.

Su Muer stared at the steak that had not finished in front of her, "You like to eat Western food, you like the part of the beef ribs, and you like to cook five points.

You like soft-boiled eggs. You prefer fried fish to steamed fish. You don’t like sashimi. You have to process and marinate the onions. If they are raw onions, you definitely don’t like to eat them..."

Su Muer suddenly began to talk about Nangong Yaji's usual eating habits, "You like American coffee, and your least favorite is latte. You never drink any coffee with milk."

Speaking of this, Su Muer looked at Nangong Yaji. Nangong Yaji was a little confused. Su Muer asked him again:

"Do you know what I usually like to eat?"

Nangong Yaji was stunned. After a few seconds, he said in an uncertain tone: "Do you like steak?"

Su Muer shook her head, "I don't like eating Western food very much."

Nangong Yaji looked at the dining table. His heart was already half cold when he made the sumptuous Western food.

"I don't like macaroni, I prefer cooked eggs than soft-boiled eggs. I don't like cream corn soup, and I don't like cold salads very much."
Chapter completed!