Gu Moyang pondered for a moment, using his strategic-thinking mind to assess the possibility of preparing a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast.
"Sure, Xiao Nan, is it okay if I learn a few dishes a day while you take your time eating?"
After all, the best special forces soldier isn't a professional chef and couldn't possibly know how to make so many dishes all at once.
But that wouldn't hinder his ability to learn.
Jiang Xiaonan was actually just joking. Why would she make him prepare a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast?
"Big brother, I was just kidding. I don't need the full feast; I want the steamed ribs you made for me last time."
"You just want steamed ribs? Anything else?"
He was glad his cooking skills were quite good, which could satisfy Jiang Xiaonan's stomach.
"Just that for now."
"Okay, understood."
Gu Moyang doted on her immensely. Even if Jiang Xiaonan now said she wanted the stars, he definitely wouldn't pluck the moon for her.
