After moving the stuff, Bai Xiao stuffed the lunchbox into An Zhiyuan's hands, fetched him some chopsticks from the kitchen, and even poured a small dish of vinegar, as An Zhiyuan's taste was similar to those in Liupan Village—a genuine vinegar lover.
"Eat up before it gets cold."
An Zhiyuan chuckled, feeling deeply cared for by his wife. It was indescribably wonderful to have someone care about you and know your preferences—it was a kind of happiness.
"Alright!" he agreed and began eating in the kitchen.
The cafeteria master chef had scooped out some dumplings for him just before he left; they were steaming hot and very fragrant, filled with lamb—quite delicious, especially with a dip of vinegar, one could eat them in one bite.
