Lin Shu then stir-fried the rice with hot oil and finally served it at the table.
Fang Zhi took a bite and once again praised Lin Shu's cooking skills.
Her culinary skills were almost comparable to those of a professional chef, with a hint of homey warmth. It tantalizingly lingered on the lips and was warm as it slid down to the stomach, satiating her appetite.
Seeing that Fang Zhi had finished eating, Lin Shu asked, "So, can that photo be restored?"
Fang Zhi's chopstick-wielding hand paused. He swallowed the food in his mouth, placed his chopsticks on the exquisite chopstick holder, and wiped his mouth leisurely with a napkin.
"Don't worry, the photo can be restored, but the restorer needs time. It won't be ready today."
Upon hearing this, Lin Shu let out a sigh of relief, as if a heavy stone had dropped from her heart.
"Phew, I thought..." Lin Shu started to speak but then stopped.
"You thought what?"
"I thought... that photo that was soaked in water couldn't be restored."
