Since Yingtao left home, Zhang Xiuer had voluntarily taken on the task of cooking for the two of them.
The first and second days weren't too bad, but over time, although Zhao Yang wasn't particularly affected, Zhao Yishan began to feel somewhat embarrassed.
Zhao Yishan's feelings were complex.
First, he really liked the meals Zhang Xiuer cooked, believing their flavor to be not simply one notch but many notches above Yingtao's, and they greatly suited his palate as well.
However, with Zhang Xiuer cooking for them every day, Zhao Yishan started to feel quite embarrassed and ill at ease.
The neighbors were not blind—seeing Zhang Xiuer going to his house every day, gossip had already started spreading.
Walking down the street, Zhao Yishan would sometimes hear neighbors point and make comments; those looks they gave him were so telling that even a fool would understand them.
As time passed, Zhao Yishan's sense of discomfort only increased.
