Xue Lixue giggled and fixed her gaze on Shen Zhou, "Did you hear that? Even your daughter thinks the greens you make won't be tasty; you might as well save the effort."
Shen Zhou simply smiled, stepped into the kitchen, and began stir-frying the greens with a loud sizzle.
Before long, a dish of stir-fried bok choy hearts and another of broth-simmered greens were steaming hot out of the pan.
Placed on the dining table, they gleamed with a vibrant green, radiating vitality.
They looked as though they had just sprung from fertile soil, carrying with them a particularly fresh fragrance.
The scent alone was enough to make one's mouth water uncontrollably.
Doudou leaned in, inhaled deeply, and widened her eyes, "Daddy, how did you stir-fry these greens? They smell unusually delicious. Even our nanny can't stir-fry such perfect greens."
Xue Lixue couldn't help but sniff several times, swallowing mouthfuls of saliva.
She too found it strange.
