"Does it taste better than that brat's cooking?" Mu Yan asked nervously.
Mu Qianyue took a few bites, then her eyes curved like two bright little crescent moons, "Yes, it's tastier than his."
The brat Mu Yan was referring to was naturally Nalan Jing.
Mu Yan, upon hearing this, proudly raised his eyebrows.
Unbeknownst to him, Mu Qianyue was the type who would say one thing to someone's face and another behind their back.
In front of her father, she obviously had to praise him; otherwise, he'd probably get jealous.
Luckily, Jing wasn't present. If he were, she'd definitely say his cooking was the best, hehe...
As for the issue of both being present at the same time, that's not something to consider for now.
"Dad, did you use to make breakfast like this for Mom?" Mu Qianyue picked up an Immortal Mushroom Cake and took a small bite. It was sweet without being overpowering, delicious beyond measure, better than any chef's handiwork.
