After saying that, An Xiaowan pushed the three dishes to the center of the table.
Suddenly, Huo Shen's hand that had just picked up his chopsticks dropped heavily on the table. A look of displeasure flashed across his narrowing eyes.
At that moment, the air seemed to turn cold and stifling.
Lu Yange nodded his head eagerly, swiftly reached out and picked the food with his chopsticks, and put them in his mouth.
As he started eating the food, Lu Yange's eyes lit up. "Hey, it's very good! But it tastes different from what your cooks would usually prepare." Looking at Huo Shen, he asked with curiosity, "Have you changed cooks?"
As he spoke, he delightfully picked more food with his chopsticks and put them in his bowl.
Although the dishes were presented poorly, they were superb in taste and also fresh, cooked with just the right spices and temperature for perfect softness.
It tasted just like… a good home-cooked food.
