Only after being reminded by Dabao did Chu Lingxuan retract his gaze, suppress the faint regret in his heart, and start eating with his chopsticks. Her culinary skills were indeed exceptional, making even dumplings taste incredibly delicious. Not even a leftover piece of spring onion remained when he finished eating.
Chu Hanyan covered her mouth and smiled, "Father, aren't Auntie's dumplings extremely delicious?"
She was smug, as if she had made the dumplings herself.
Chu Hanxuan nodded, cleared his throat, and led the two children into the courtyard.
Chen Afu had already properly trimmed the rose branches and placed them within the Tianqing glazed flower vase. With the vase in hand, she admired it with satisfaction against the backdrop of the rosy sunset. The elegant and simple vase, when filled with beautiful and fragrant roses, was significantly enhanced in aesthetics.
