The next evening, Zuo Xiangning prepared a variety of fruits and desserts, as well as two dishes she had mixed herself.
When night fell, Lingxiao arrived, and upon seeing the table laden with food, he couldn't help but smile.
This place had become the warmest haven in his heart.
He shed his cloak, and Zuo Xiangning stretched out her hand to take it and hang it on a nearby rack.
"Did you have dinner tonight? I made two side dishes, deliberately using less salt, but they're a bit spicy. I don't know if you can eat them," she said.
"Whatever you make, I can eat," Lingxiao replied with a smile, placing two packages on the table, "Leg of lamb and lamb chops, still warm."
Zuo Xiangning served Lingxiao a bowl of porridge and placed the chopsticks in front of him, "Give it a try."
"You try some, too," Lingxiao said, taking a small dagger from his bosom and slicing off a few pieces of the lamb leg for her.
