Soon enough, three homely dishes bursting with color, aroma, and flavor, plus a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup, were set upon the dining table on the first floor.
Su Xingyue was taken aback...
"Bo Le, you're really good at housekeeping..."
Seeing Bo Le's cooking skills made her feel somewhat ashamed as a woman.
"Before I was an agent, I was a homeless orphan who did all kinds of jobs, including working as a chef at a food stall. That's how I've picked up some decent culinary skills. It's been many years since I last cooked, though, so I'm a bit rusty. Try it and see how it tastes," Bo Le said, passing her the bowl and chopsticks.
Su Xingyue took the bowl and chopsticks and tasted a bite of the stir-fried pork. Then she expressed satisfaction audibly.
"Delicious!"
"I didn't expect you to have such a past," Su Xingyue couldn't help but remark.