Her smile seemed somewhat lonely in Long Yinxiao's eyes. Why did she report so accurately what she wanted to eat and then suddenly not want to eat it anymore?
"The hotel's chefs are five-star level. Making that shrimp noodle you mentioned is a piece of cake!"
Lu Xiaoyou tilted her head, strands of hair falling against her porcelain-white delicate face:
"Even the best chef can't make the taste I want. If the food doesn't match the taste, it's better not to make it. Hmm... just order a few dishes to be sent up."
Listening to Lu Xiaoyou's words, the emotion in Long Yinxiao's eyes receded. He vaguely sensed something.
"Whatever you want to eat, I'll have it made for you. If five chefs can't make the taste you want, then I'll get ten chefs, twenty chefs to do it! Lu Xiaoyou, just wait!"
After saying that, like he was playing stubbornly with Lu Xiaoyou, he turned and walked out.
