The neighborhood has been around for a while, with aging residences and antiquated furniture, but Gu Qingxiang had everything arranged so neatly, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere throughout.
Lin Baici pinched a green vegetable and popped it into his mouth. Before he even started to chew, the explosive scent of stir-fried garlic filled his mouth, whetting his appetite immensely.
"Just the right amount of saltiness, and the vegetable flavor is rich. Your cooking skills are pretty impressive!"
Lin Baici was taken aback; he had eaten Gu Qingxiang's cooking before, which was merely passable. But now, after more than half a month, not to mention the presentation, the flavor had improved by leaps and bounds.
"You're just hungry!"
Gu Qingxiang replied modestly, placing a vase with two lilies in it on the dining table.
"Let me try this one!"
