Li Yanchen went upstairs to change into a comfortable navy blue loungewear, and wearing slippers, he walked into the dining room.
Su Nuannuan's soup and rice had already been served at his spot. Seeing him, she eagerly said, "Uncle, I made these all by myself, you should try them quickly."
Li Yanchen's expression remained neutral, not even giving her a glance.
He simply picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
After a few sips of soup, he finally spoke, "Did you make all of these with your own hands?"
"Yep! Aunt Li helped me as my sous-chef."
"Oh... even with a sous-chef, it tastes exactly the same as if she made it herself. Impressive."
Aunt Li, Su Nuannuan: "..."
How sharp does one's taste have to be to recognize that?
"Su Nuannuan, have you learned to lie?"
With a guilty look, Su Nuannuan hung her head low and said, "Uncle... wasn't I just trying to show my sincerity in admitting my mistake?"