His Mouth Was Really Good at Arguing

So pleased.

So pleased.

Luo Ye sat at the table with his chin propped on both hands, happily looking at the pot of congee before him.

This was the most delicious thing he had ever made.

He had just taken a small taste. It was sweet and flavorful.

Completely different from anything he had made before.

Then again, if someone could make congee taste bad, just how sloppy did their cooking have to be?

Before long, Su Baizhou returned.

Seeing Luo Ye sitting at the table as if he had been waiting for her to eat, she sat down across from him expressionlessly.

"Senior Sister, I cooked... cooked... cooked a pot of... congee."

Luo Ye had originally been grinning from ear to ear, but sensing that his senior sister's aura seemed a little off, he reined in his excitement and grew tense.

"Mm."

Su Baizhou nodded lightly, then looked at the pot of Eight Treasure Congee.

She served herself a bowl and took a sip. Silently nodding, she said, "It's good."

"As long as it tastes good."

"It's not as good as the snacks in my room."

The moment she said that, Luo Ye's expression tightened.

Then he said earnestly, "Senior Sister, the doctor said you should eat soft foods after having a tooth pulled. Things like potato chips..."

"I crush them before eating them."

"What?"

"I crush them before eating them."

Luo Ye: ...

You really knew how to indulge your cravings.

"Senior Sister, this isn't about how to eat them. It's about whether you can eat them at all."

"Are you trying to control me?"

"I'm your boyfriend."

"Are you trying to control me?"

"I'm your future husband."

"Are you trying to control me?"

"The future mother of my children."

Those three answers left Su Baizhou speechless.

She