The backyard.
Old trees, a stone table.
After a flurry of activity, Zhao Shiran laid out seven or eight delicate dishes, keeping a safe distance of two steps, and quietly watched Lu Bei chew slowly.
From another perspective.
Lu Bei picked up the plate and drank down the snacks inside.
As expected of the wife-material Leader Zhao, capable of managing both the hall and the kitchen, she was a much better cook than... well, let's leave him unnamed.
Since he had just completed the Integration Period, the honeymoon phase was still fresh. He didn't want to bring up names, leaving some face for his own people.
Zhao Shiran was beautiful and elegant with rosy skin. Her beauty was breathtaking. Lu Bei thoroughly enjoyed his meal. As a result, his manners seemed much improved. Having lost his brazenness before She Huan and Zhu Qilan, he accepted the handkerchief from Zhao Shiran after dinner, gently wiping his mouth.
"Leader Zhao, your cooking skills are extraordinary."
"You..."
