林薇薇 Attempted to keep her face neutral as she took the soup, but her eyes had to betray her amusement. She took a small sip, letting it slide down her throat. It was incredibly bland, but the warmth was surprisingly comforting. She swallowed and narrowed her eyes at him. "See? It's not that bad," she admitted, trying to sound nonchalant.

顾云深 smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I told you so," he said, his voice smooth and dangerously low. "I always knew you wouldn't be able to resist my cooking."

林薇薇 crossed her arms, trying to hide the smile that danced on her lips. "You're just full of yourself," she retorted, though she couldn't help but admit he was right. She had been drawn to his cooking, despite her claims of disliking it.

"What about it?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Doesn't change the fact that you enjoyed it."

林薇薇 flushed slightly, feeling cornered. "I did not!" she protested, though her voice was surprisingly soft.