Afterward, Chu Yang poured the boiled fish from the pot into a soup basin and carried it out.
Seeing the candlelit dinner Chen Xi had meticulously prepared, Chu Yang was somewhat surprised.
"What do you think? It's pretty romantic, right?" Chen Xi asked.
Chu Yang nodded and praised, "Not bad! Not bad at all! It really has atmosphere."
Chen Xi opened a bottle of red wine, poured some into Chu Yang's glass, and then some into her own, "Chu Yang, let's have a drink!"
Chu Yang lifted his wine glass, "Heh, it's rare for you to be so romantic, I can't help but join you!"
Clink!
Their glasses touched, and Chen Xi drained hers in one gulp.
Chen Xi picked up her chopsticks, "I'll try the dish you cooked."
She first tried the tomato and scrambled eggs, her eyes widening in surprise; she swore it was the best she'd ever had. Then she tasted the stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, yu xiang pork strips, and the boiled fish.
