As Quan Jue and Chi Jiao sat down at the stone table in the pavilion, she opened the lunch box.
The lunch box was one of those multi-layered ones, and it was a top-notch heat-insulating container. She had spent almost two hours this morning preparing four dishes and a soup. There were both meat and vegetables, and they were still hot as she took them out.
After handing a portion of rice to Quan Jue, Chi Jiao took out a pair of disposable chopsticks from her bag and handed it to him.
Quan Jue looked at the dishes in front of him. They were sweet and sour pork ribs, Kung Pao chicken, pear balls with honey, braised prawns, and tofu soup. They were much more sumptuous than his usual lunch.
"I made these myself. Brother Quan, try them quickly and see if they're delicious." Chi Jiao looked at him nervously and expectantly.
She was confident in her cooking skills, but she wasn't sure if they matched his taste.
