"It's delicious, truly irresistible. I never expected you to be so skilled, Qian Ru. You truly are the epitome of a virtuous wife and good mother."
Lu Tianxing sat at the dining table, took a deep breath, and was met with a rich aroma that made him feel instantly famished. Without bothering to pick up his chopsticks, he reached out, grabbed a piece of braised pork, and threw it into his mouth, savoring it with his eyes half-closed.
"What are you doing? Don't you know to wash your hands before eating?"
Lin Qianru swatted Lu Tianxing's hand reproachfully, then looked at him with expectant eyes, "How is it, tasty? I wasn't sure what you liked, so I prepared a little of everything. Take a look, what do you fancy?"
