Chapter 147 A Nice Night.

Ian's dishes were really delicious. Julia was like a greedy cat. She ate hurriedly. The two plates were clean at last, which were even cleaner than them being washed. "It’s nice. I want to eat more." After eating, Julia picked up a tissue and cleaned her face. "That's because you cooked so badly. You haven't made any progress in these years." Ian began to scold her. Julia wanted to refute, but she gave up, because it seemed to be the truth. "I didn't make progress in cooking, but I made great...