What do you like about me? As long as it's you, I like it all. Such an answer seems to have touched many people, who would like their whole? What an honor, what a blessing, to have someone who likes all of you, what a blessing, to like all of me, to like to embrace everything about you, that is not love, but your own self-touch.
For people who like you, it must be some shining point in you, a certain moment, to make him like you. This moment could be your hair, it could be the way you speak, it could be the content of your work... It's all possible, but the only thing that's impossible is to like you all. If he tells you to like you all, you have to know that you don't seem to have any good points in his eyes, because he can't say what he likes about you.
This is not far-fetched, but a fact. Don't think that there will be people in this world who embrace you all and love all of you, that is just a perfunctory sentence, and don't be naïve to believe this sentence. When you are tired one day and don't prepare dinner for him, you will find that he can't even tolerate such a small mistake. Love is understanding care, taking care of care, not encompassing all of you.