The Wei Anning who was suffering in Gu Chengjue's heart was, at this moment, busily spinning around in the kitchen, washing rice and putting it in boiling water to cook until it was half done. Then she drained the water and transferred it to the rice cooker.
She stir-fried the chopped eggplant with braised pork until fragrant and then layered it on top of the half-cooked rice, covered it, set the timer, and continued her bustling activity.
She prepared two refreshing and delicious side dishes and made a soup with sliced meat. By the time she took the soup off the stove, the rice was ready. Carrying the soup out, she saw Leng Youchen, who had been by her side in the kitchen all the time, and smiled slightly, "Dinner will be ready soon, you must be starving."
Enjoying watching his wife cook was also a pleasure.
Leng Youchen had never imagined that a mere meal could stir up so many emotions in him. He reached out to take the bowl of soup, "I'll take it out."