"Braised pork ribs!" Song Weiyi didn't shy away from Pei Yibai's affection, pulling him into the kitchen, where the ribs were already out of the pot. She picked up a piece with chopsticks and brought it directly to Pei Yibai's lips.
"Try it and see how it tastes." She hadn't had the chance to try it herself; Song Weiyi didn't cook often, just occasionally watched the housekeeper, Auntie Zhang, cook and seemed to have picked it up as if by talent.
To tell the truth, this was only her second time cooking. She wasn't sure if she was as proficient in the culinary arts as she claimed to be.
Her excitement infected Pei Yibai. For the first time in thirty years, a woman was waiting at home for him, cooking for him, and suddenly the small house felt very warm.
He opened his mouth and the meaty aroma of the ribs mixed with the sweet sauce.
"How is it? Is it okay?" Song Weiyi looked at him timidly.
Pei Yibai nodded, "It's great."
