Feng Ling began to stuff food into her mouth one mouthful after another as if she was starving.
Li Nanheng looked at her doubtfully. "Tasty?"
"Yes, tasty." Feng Ling looked at him, gobbled the food and smiled. As if trying to prove what she said was true, she nodded.
Li Nanheng didn't say anything. Feng Ling was about to eat these dishes up. Are they really tasty?
Suddenly, he picked up chopsticks and put some rice into his mouth.
"…" He put too little water when cooking the rice, so it was very hard.
The man picked up some vegetables with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
"…"
Seeing Li Nanheng's stunned expression, Feng Ling hurriedly lowered her head and continued to eat.
The man said a bit awkwardly, "Forget it. Let's order takeout next time."
Feng Ling put down the bowl. "Actually, the dishes are not bad."
Li Nanheng sneered. "Are you sucking up to me?"