Chapter 665 Can I Sleep Here?

She narrowed her eyes and surveyed him. He used to bark orders at her, but now, the tables have completely turned. She suddenly felt the urge to torture him, “Sure. Remember to add salt. Salt is finer, sugar is more coarse. Don’t mess it up. Also, you have to wash the vegetables.”

Mark felt helpless. “I only make mistakes once.” Yes, the last bowl of noodles that he had made in her condo was a failure. It should be much easier now that he had gone through it once. This time, he would perform well.

By the time he served the noodles onto the table, they smelled particularly delicious to Arianne, probably because she was starving. It tasted pretty good too.

When he saw how focused she was with her food, he couldn’t help asking, “Does it taste that good?”

“Passable,” she answered without lifting her head.

He was speechless. Was this woman incapable of sincerely praising him? Passable? What did she mean by that? If it tastes good, say so. If it doesn’t, just say it. What kind of evaluation