"What kind of twisted logic." Although he said this, Yan Zhen Guo had to admit he was in a good mood.
He found that his wife seemed to be paying more and more attention to him. Although he didn't know whether this was good or bad, it felt pretty nice.
Gu Fuqiao let go, picked up the spatula and earnestly said, "It's solid reasoning! Completely legitimate reasoning!"
At this point, the fish in the pan was just about ready. Gu Fuqiao plated the fish and sat down to eat with Yan Zhen Guo.
While Yan Zhen Guo ate without any extra expressions, Gu Fuqiao watched him expectantly as he took his first bite of the fish. Seeing that he didn't offer any praise, she felt a bit disappointed. Still, noticing that he continued to take more fish, her mood brightened, and she began eating from her own bowl, saying, "I told you before, didn't I? My cooking is pretty good."
