Ji Shirou's body trembled, and she couldn't help but turn her head and look at him intently, her eyes twinkling with tenderness.

But Dong Yihang was cooking seriously, without looking at her at all. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water. He was clearly cooking, but he was as elegant as painting.

This did not prevent him from making the dishes full of color, flavor and flavor. Ji Shirou's eyes were filled with admiration.

"My best specialty is West ...