By the time Han Xuewei woke up, the dining table was already laden with several delicious dishes.
Even from a significant distance, the enticing aroma could be perceived, irresistibly luring out countless cravings.
"Honey, what delicious food have you made?"
"Why does it smell so good?"
Just awakened, Han Xuewei's eyes were slightly bleary, lazy and enchanting.
"Go and have a look, and you'll know."
"Come, I've already served the soup."
Lin Yi said with a smile, his voice gentle.
Supported by Lin Yi, Han Xuewei made her way to the dining table and felt overwhelmingly hungry at the sight of it, her appetite was unprecedentedly stirred.
On the table were two bowls of aromatic soup—Sausage and Winter Melon Soup and Hakka Sanqi Chicken Soup with Pig's Stomach.
Beside the soups were several small dishes that were both colorful and fragrant, particularly the Dry-Fried Mandarinfish which looked extraordinary.
"Husband, I feel so blessed. I didn't expect you could actually cook!"
