"Miss Xie's cooking always tastes good. It's the same dish, but why does it taste different when Miss Xie makes it?" Yuanbao couldn't understand.
Because he was so full, he couldn't help but burp.
Li Hengyi glanced at him, silent.
He continued to walk in the courtyard to aid digestion.
His courtyard was next to a stream, very close to Xie Zhinuan's place. So when Xie Zhinuan was cooking something, he could smell the fragrance over here. The aroma was so pure that it almost made his cravings come alive.
From childhood to adulthood, he had tasted all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas.
His mother had warned him never to show too much fondness, whether for food or for people, because someone like him could not have any weaknesses. Once the enemy found out, it would be an irredeemable disaster.
He had lived a life of luxury, yet he had never felt the experience of having someone quietly placed in his heart, carefully and properly settled, unknown to anyone else.
