When Jian Yixue finished washing up and came downstairs, Ye Mohan had already set the table and the aroma of food filled the stairwell.

Having been awake for some time, Jian Yixue felt very hungry when she smelled the aroma of food and quickly went downstairs to the dining table.

As Ye Mohan was setting the table, he heard familiar footsteps behind him. A smile appeared on his lips, and he knew that Jian Yixue had come down. After setting the dishes, he turned around with a smile and looked at Jian Yixue not far away.

"Come here quickly, I made some chicken soup. Try it and see if it tastes like Aunt Lin's cooking."

He then picked up a soup spoon and served soup to Jane Yixue.

Upon hearing Ye Mohan's words, Jian Yixue quickened her pace and walked to the dining table. Looking at the chicken soup on the table, which was exactly the same as the one Lin Ma had cooked, she felt deeply moved.

She knew without asking that Lin Ma had definitely told Ye Mohan to do this.

She likes sweet things, so she and Lin Ma usually put candied dates in the chicken soup they cook. And in the chicken soup that Ye Mohan cooked in front of her, there was a bunch of candied dates.

Ye Mohan served the chicken soup and turned to hand the bowl to Jian Yixue.

Seeing this, Jian Yixue took the chicken soup, picked up the bowl and smelled it. "It smells so good, just like the one Lin Ma makes."

After saying that, he picked up a spoon and ladled out a bowl of soup. Ye Mohan's concerned voice came from the side, "Drink slowly, be careful it's hot."

Upon hearing this, Jian Yixue blew on the spoonful of soup to make sure it wasn't too hot before slowly tasting it.

Ye Mohan stood to the side and didn't miss any of Jian Yixue's actions. Seeing that Jian Yixue hadn't spoken for a long time, he suddenly frowned and spoke uncertainly.

"Is it the wrong taste?"

After saying that, he turned around, picked up a spoon, and prepared to taste it himself.

I want to see exactly where the problem lies.

This pot of chicken soup was made by Ye Mohan after he called Lin's mother this morning. Lin's mother told him all the steps in person, and he followed her instructions exactly.

He was well aware that all his steps were correct, and the flavor was exactly what Jian Yixue usually liked.

Logically speaking, even if they aren't exactly the same, there shouldn't be a significant difference.

Watching Jian Yixue's actions, Ye Mohan was puzzled and prepared to try it himself to see what the problem was.

Jian Yixue, who was savoring the chicken soup, suddenly came to her senses upon hearing Ye Mohan's words and looked at him, saying, "It tastes excellent, even better than what Lin Ma makes."

Jane Yixue has a rather discerning palate. Even Michelin-starred chefs have eaten their way through many different cuisines, which are quite common for her.

This chicken soup is indeed very delicious, even better than what she makes.

The two meals she had over the past two days had completely changed her perception of Ye Mohan. She had previously thought that someone in such a high position as Ye Mohan was someone who didn't eat the five grains of earthly food.

I really didn't expect that Ye Mohan not only eats human food, but is also an expert in it.

It seems she can step down from her position as head of the kitchen. Although I'm a little reluctant, I'm mostly happy.

Upon hearing Jian Yixue's words, Ye Mohan stopped what he was doing, turned around to look at Jian Yixue, and smiled broadly.

"That's good. Sit down and eat slowly."

Ye Mohan gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Jian Yixue, and only sat down next to her to eat after she was seated.

The two ate quickly and finished in no time.

Jian Yixue rubbed her slightly full stomach and couldn't help but let out a burp. Then, thinking of Ye Mohan beside her, her face flushed, and she smiled awkwardly as she spoke.