Liao Qiaoqiao, like Tiantian's spokesperson, swept a glance at Qiqi and pouted, "Why should we continue with your question? We will ask whatever Tiantian wants to ask. If you're capable, try winning the next round."
Liao Qiaoqiao's words left Qiqi furious, but she was helpless.
Xia Youyang found the question pleasing because it was an easy one to answer.
He revealed his likes and dislikes.
Listening to this, they found out that his preferences were simple household dishes, nothing difficult to prepare.
Given that he lived in such a large house, the food laid out on the white table was always exquisite, they had assumed he had a rich person's palate like consuming shark's fins, truffle caviar, and the likes. But surprisingly, his taste was quite simple.
Tiantian was slightly thrilled after hearing this. She enjoyed cooking, and she knew how to make most of Xia Youyang's favorite dishes. So, she fantasized about getting a chance to cook for him someday.
