Just after five in the afternoon, Lin Xi got off work and arrived home. As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by the aroma of food. Once inside, she found a table full of delicious dishes, with Wang Yu busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron.
She greedily sniffed at the table's edge, randomly plucked a strip of meat, and put it into her mouth. The taste was absolutely top-notch, every bit as good as what you'd get in a restaurant. Lin Xi was amazed; she hadn't realized Wang Yu's cooking skills were so exquisite.
"Master chef, you've worked hard. I had no idea you were this amazing."
While saying this, Lin Xi walked into the kitchen. By this time, Wang Yu had already finished his work, removed his apron, and hung it on the wall. He turned around, tossed his hair with a dashing flair, and said, "Of course, the good man is me, I am the good man."
"Oh, please! I give you a little praise, and you start puffing up? Can we eat now?"
"Uh…"
