Mu Yazhe looked a little surprised. He did not expect these cooked dishes, which cost merely just over 10 yuan a serving, to be so delicious.
Perhaps it was because he was in a good mood as he sat on the terrace with the evening breeze blowing. After all, Little Yichen had returned from the gates of hell. So he cast aside all his worries and felt the burden on his shoulders lighten at once. Therefore, whatever he ate seemed even more delicious than what he would have in a five-star hotel or a three-star Michelin restaurant!
Gu Jinglian was also in a good mood. Although he usually despised Baby Chu to death, during the few days when the boy was sick, he had nightmares himself. He often comforted himself that Baby Chu was a lucky child and would definitely not be beaten down by a mere flu. However, Little Yichen's critical condition had given him quite a scare. Perhaps only in the face of loss would one learn to cherish.
