Steamed bass, blanched large prawns, stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar, home-style tofu, sautéed baby cabbage, and celery with lily bulbs.
And a nourishing soup of yams with ribs.
For two people, six dishes and one soup were certainly a feast.
The dishes, whether it be their color, plating, or the faint aroma lingering at the tip of one's nose, were all impeccable.
Mo Yichen knew his way around the kitchen, so these dishes weren't challenging for him. With the ingredients ready, two hours were more than enough.
But Qiao Xinran had no culinary skills to speak of, and no one understood better than Mo Yichen what this meant for her.
Taking her hands with compassion, he noticed they were warm, soft, and tender, without the scars he had anticipated. In that moment, Mo Yichen had an epiphany.
"These past few days you've been avoiding me, was it for these dishes, and this candlelit dinner?"
