The skill of a surgeon is truly unmatched, Ding Yiyuan marveled, this fruit platter could rival those in restaurants.
Cheng Zhouyu appeared to be seeking praise.
She hummed in response, deciding not to give him the chance to be proud, "Is this the skill you dare show off? Isn't good knife work a basic prerequisite for a surgeon?"
Cheng Zhouyu was not convinced, "Just you wait!"
Before long, he carved another watermelon with the English word "love" scooped out. The letter 'O' had even been carved into a heart shape, surrounded by various other fruit shapes, making a beautiful display.
"How about that?"
"My stomach is still hungry!"
Cheng Zhouyu slightly regretted his decision, realizing that ordering food would have been much faster. Why show off his cooking skills?
However, considering the long night ahead and ample time, he reluctantly held back his pride and obediently busied himself in the kitchen.
