That "sizzling" sound, Wen Sheng found it particularly warm and lively.
Fu Yanlin's fluid movements also made Wen Sheng understand that this was not a recipe he learned in a hurry, but one he had practiced many times before.
He was a skilled cook.
No wonder he had tried to cook for her several times at their rental place.
For the first time in her life, apart from her father Wen Tingshu, Wen Sheng felt dependent on a man.
Since beginning to attend high school daily, she rarely had such moments of warmth and comfort. Then she went to Yanjing for university, ate in the cafeteria for a few years, and relied on takeout for meals after starting work. Zhu Qingjia, always busy with her own work, didn't have time to cook either. Whenever the two friends met up, they would either eat out or order takeout, or make instant noodles in the microwave.
