Before long, the table was set with four dishes, a soup, and two bowls of rice.
"Sit down and eat," Jiang Jingheng said.
Mu Yan stood there without moving and replied, "I've already eaten."
Jiang Jingheng's elegant brows slightly furrowed, "Are you doubting the taste of these dishes?"
Mu Yan smiled, "How could that be? Dishes made by Young Master Jiang must be delicious."
Jiang Jingheng looked at her with a half-smile, "That sounds like you're just humoring me."
"Absolutely not!" Mu Yan said sincerely, "I really have eaten."
"Looks like all my efforts were for nothing," Jiang Jingheng sighed.
Mu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously asked, "Young Master Jiang, you didn't happen to cook especially for me, did you?"
Jiang Jingheng's expression slightly softened, his peach blossom eyes fixed on her, his light brown pupils were profoundly deep.
He raised the corner of his eye and suddenly laughed, "What do you think?"
