Having returned home and seeing three dishes and a soup on the dining table, a warm current suddenly surged in Jiang Xiaobai's heart. As an orphan with no parents, he had relied on himself for almost everything since childhood, so any small matter that touched his heart moved him deeply.
"Go wash your hands, then come and eat," Bai Hui'er urged. "I've reheated the dishes."
After washing his hands, Jiang Xiaobai sat down, and Bai Hui'er handed him the bowl and chopsticks, saying, "Try my cooking."
"Then I won't be polite!" Jiang Xiaobai tasted each dish and couldn't help but praise her, "Hui'er, your cooking is truly top-notch, it has that homemade flavor."
Bai Hui'er said, "I learned it all from my mom, they're just simple home-cooked dishes, nothing like what the master chefs in restaurants make."
"I wouldn't want those anyway, home-cooked meals are the best," Jiang Xiaobai said.
