Chu Jin didn't know what had happened, but somehow, the same ingredients that Mo Zhixuan could turn into a clean and pretty plate of chili fried potatoes turned into a blackened mess in her hands.
"I know it's chili fried potatoes; I was just teasing you." Mo Zhixuan picked up his chopsticks, looking eager as he grabbed a piece of potato, "Let me taste my wife's cooking; it's bound to be great."
As he spoke, Mo Zhixuan put the potato in his mouth and chewed gently.
Chu Jin watched him with anticipation. After all, this was her first attempt at cooking, and she firmly believed that some things might not look good, but they could still taste nice once you tried them, like stinky tofu, for instance.
Mo Zhixuan chewed slowly, his expression changing with each chew from neutrality to surprise, and then he nodded repeatedly, "Hmm, not bad at all; it's really tasty, just a bit too spicy. You shouldn't eat too much spicy food right now."