Each dish looked appetizing and smelled wonderful. From the moment everyone entered the house, their mouths were watering, and they couldn't wait a moment longer to start eating.
Chu Qingzhi cut open the chestnut pie and gave Tang Jinghong a large slice. "Try this. It's similar to apple pie."
Tang Jinghong tasted it and was instantly captivated. The crust was crispy, and the inside was soft and mushy, not overly sweet, with a rich roasted flavor. "Delicious," he commented.
"Very tasty," Wu Yaqing agreed after trying a piece of the chestnut chicken, giving Chu Qingzhi a thumbs up.
Chu Qingzhi handed her a chestnut, "If you like it, eat more."
Wu Yaqing smiled brilliantly at Chu Qingzhi, but her words carried a hint of worry, "Qingzhi, I feel like I've gained weight."
Chu Qingzhi responded seriously, "That's just an illusion."
Wu Yaqing pinched her face. Was it an illusion? She clearly felt that she had gained a lot of flesh.
