As soon as he walked through the door, the tempting aroma of food filled his nostrils. Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed, "Ha, An Yun has already prepared the meal. This girl's time off these days really agrees with her. She's made so much food, the dining table is already filled with dishes. Just smelling them you can tell how delicious they must be. Besides that, the vibrant colors of each dish really stand out--perfect in aroma, color, and flavor. They make your mouth water. Ah, An Yun's cooking is simply delectable." Having tasted her culinary skills before, Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard. He quickly reached for a piece of crispy pork rib from the plate—it was both fragrant and crispy. He discarded the bones, still wanting more. Just as he was about to get another piece, a spatula blocked his view.