"Hmm. Although you're average in looks and average in figure, your cooking is decent."
After finishing his own portion of noodles, Rong Che fixed his deep, black eyes on An Ruoxue’s bowl across the table—or more precisely, on the large portion of noodles still sitting inside it.
An Ruoxue swallowed the mouthful she had been chewing and looked up at him. "Is Young Master Rong complimenting me?" A small tremor touched the corners of her mouth, and her fair, pretty face clearly broadcasted her displeasure.
Chapter 28