Chen Yang, although usually alone at home, still had plenty of food in the house.
After bustling about in the kitchen by himself for a while, three fragrant dishes were soon ready.
"Kexin, come and eat." After serving the dishes on the table, Chen Yang shouted towards the clinic.
"Okay."
Kexin hurriedly ran in upon hearing his call.
She then sniffed the food vigorously and looked at Chen Yang with eyes full of admiration, praising him, "Brother Chen Yang, the food you made smells so good! Your cooking skills are amazing—it would be great if I could eat this every day."
Facing Kexin's admiring gaze, Chen Yang couldn't help feeling elated.
After all, he was a young man in his twenties, and naturally felt quite pleased to be admired by a pretty little sister like Kexin.
"You will eat this every day in the future. You're helping your brother at the clinic without pay; shouldn't you at least be fed well?" Chen Yang replied with a smile.
"Haha, that would be wonderful!"
