It was nearing noon, and the atmosphere inside Dilan Mo Residence was buzzier than earlier.
Long Chengyu liked peace and quiet on normal days; aside from Chu Ting and other brotherly friends, he rarely entertained guests at home.
In the luxurious and elegant hall, Chu Ting, Qin Jifeng, and Deng Xiwen were playing cards on the sofa, their laughter occasionally drifting in from the living room.
In the kitchen, Long Chengyu, clad in a grey casual outfit, stood at the counter mixing spices. Several stoves were busy with activities: steamed fish, simmering soup, and well-crafted meatballs...
Mrs. Wang also assisted, prepping by his side. Several dishes had already been made, lying nearby and wafting tempting aromas, their presentation no less inferior to those made by top chefs.
Since Long Chengyu's injury, he hadn't cooked, and Mrs. Wang was worried he might overexert himself, so she insisted on being in the kitchen, helping with washing vegetables and passing plates and such.
