Braised spare ribs.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Celery lily.

Winter melon meatball soup.

Almost as soon as the range hood stopped, Jiang Keer put down her phone and walked over.

Looking at the dishes and soup on the table, and then at Mu Yanze who was serving the rice, Jiang Keer praised with surprise: "Mu Yanze, you are really amazing!"

The hand holding the rice spoon paused, Mu Yanze looked up and saw the girl's eyes shining, as if he had done something great.

"What...what happened?"

Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Ke'er looked puzzled.

Mu Yanze stuffed the bowl into her hands, "Do you usually praise people like this?"

No, isn't that right? Jiang Ke'er was a little confused, "No..."

There was a flash of undercurrent in his lowered eyes. Mu Yanze exhaled softly and nodded, "When you praise someone, you should praise their specific characteristics."

???

Isn't praising him for being awesome a specific trait?

Jiang Ke'er blinked, looked confused and went over to sit at the dining table.

I don’t know if Mu Yanze has the habit of not talking while eating. Jiang Ke’er only knows that there is always talking and laughing in the Jiang family’s restaurant.

Looking at Mu Yanze who was eating quietly, and then looking at the big bowl full of rice, Jiang Keer hesitated.

Eat it, she can finish it. But, except for Sister Wan, no other girl around her would eat such a big bowl of rice, okay?

Would he think she was a big eater?

But if you don’t eat it, it will be left in the bowl. Isn’t that a waste?

My sister absolutely does not allow wasting food.

And this code of conduct has long been deeply engraved in her mind.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Seeing Jiang Ke'er holding the chopsticks and not moving for a long time, Mu Yanze raised his eyes and looked over.

"I, I...maybe I can't finish it."

As soon as Jiang Ke'er opened her mouth, Mu Yanze understood.

Mu Yanze picked up Jiang Keer's bowl and ate half of it. He showed the bowl to Jiang Keer and asked, "Can you finish this?"

"Can."

Jiang Ke'er nodded, and Mu Yanze handed the bowl over.

The spareribs are fragrant.

Tomatoes are sweet.

Celery is crisp.

Wax gourd is sticky.

After having another half bowl of light and delicious soup, Jiang Keer looked at Mu Yanze frequently, "Mu Yanze, you are such a good cook! You can't tell at all!"

“Tired of takeout!”

Mu Yanze said softly: "I don't like having outsiders at home, so I'm used to doing it myself."

As he spoke, Mu Yanze looked up at Jiang Ke'er and said, "Isn't this a bit too simple for you to eat?"

"No, no."

Jiang Keer shook her head repeatedly, "I like it very much. The food you cook is really delicious! It's only better than my mother's..."

Jiang Keer wanted to praise Mu Yanze's cooking skills specifically. She felt that if the taste was the same as her mother's, it was a high evaluation.

But as soon as the words came out, Jiang Keer felt something was wrong.

It is obviously not credible to say that Mu Yanze did a better job than his mother.

But to say that he didn't do as well as his mother doesn't sound like a compliment.

But it’s all been said.

Meeting Mu Yanze's gaze, Jiang Ke'er bit her lip and said, "It's only slightly worse than what my mom made."

I could see that he was a little surprised, and then there was an obvious smile in his eyes.

I didn't think I said anything wrong, but I just felt like there was something wrong.

Jiang Keer's face turned red.

"I...I didn't lie to you..."

The girl lowered her head and whispered, "It's really delicious!"

"Okay! Thank you Miss Jiang for the compliment!"

Mu Yanze's voice was filled with laughter. "Well, I've invited you to dinner. How are you going to thank me?"

“But I can’t cook!”

Jiang Ke'er blurted out and met Mu Yanze's smiling eyes.

(End of this chapter)