This man really suited the home as well as the hall, adept both in the parlor and the kitchen.
Xia Lu put the braised eggplant in her mouth. "Delicious!" Such simple ingredients had been turned into a savory delight by Qiu Cheng. The skin of the eggplant was crispy, yet the inside was tender and juicy, with a vibrant color that melted in the mouth—arguably the best braised eggplant she had ever tasted.
Jin Meng was right, Qiu Cheng indeed was a fine young man fully rounded in morals, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labor, with too many merits to count.
In the past, due to certain issues, Xia Lu had been biased against him, blinded by something unclear. Today, however, her impression of him had greatly changed, offering praise repeatedly.
"This tastes good, this too tastes good." A dinner made entirely of common home-cooked dishes had her lavishing praise, "Qiu Cheng, stop following Zhou Mingchen; go out and open your own restaurant. I guarantee I'll be a regular."
