The more Lilian resisted him, the more Morrison deliberately found ways to get close. The more awkward she acted, the more he enjoyed it.
When Morrison asked again, Lilian couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly and pick up her chopsticks.
Instinctively, she reached for the salmon first. One bite, and she sighed with delight—this was seriously delicious.
Morrison had cooked salmon—crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, perfectly balanced between sweet, sour, and savory. It was so good it almost brought tears to her eyes.
Lilian used to think her mom and Laurent were great cooks, but after tasting Morrison's cooking, she had to admit—out of the three of them, Morrison was hands down the best chef.
A man who cooks this well—unfair to the rest of the world.
Seeing her expression, Morrison knew he'd nailed the dish. He promptly added a generous piece of salmon to her bowl with a smile.
"Eat more. Fish is good for your brain."
Lilian froze.
