When Phillip came out, there were a lot of oil stains on his pure white shirt.
Strictly speaking, this meal was bad.
There were two slightly burnt steaks, a vegetable salad, and pasta. There was an egg lying on top of it. The egg was golden and shiny. It was surprisingly good.
Phillip sat across from Ann, staring at her expression. His cold and handsome face seemed to be a little nervous, and he was waiting for her reaction.
Ann felt the tears in her eyes. She wanted to cry and laugh.
She picked up a fork and tasted the pasta.
It was a little salty, but the egg was crispy outside and tender inside. It was unknown how many times he had failed before it was cooked.
Knowing that she did not have a big appetite, Phillip did not make much pasta.
Under Phillip's gaze, Ann finished eating the meal. She even drank the soup and raised her head to look at him.
"It's delicious."
Phillip heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, but then he felt his heart soften.