"Alright then, it's just that you're being put out again," Qin Jian said with a pang of distress.
"These are all trifles. If I make it delicious, won't you be able to enjoy your meal too?" As long as Qin Jian could eat well, that was worth more than anything.
An Hao busied herself in the kitchen using every cooking technique—sautéing, stir-frying, boiling, and deep-frying—for two to three hours before finally finishing a table full of dishes.
Today was a feast of fish, with braised fish, sweet and sour fish, clear-broth fish, fish slices in soy sauce, and boiled fish. The lively Xiaohe shrimp were all cleaned by An Hao, dipped in batter, and fried; a steaming pot of rice was cooking in the pot.
Since there were many people at home and only one table, Li Zecheng had two little warriors fetch his own table from his house.
The moment Xin Ni heard about the fish feast upstairs, she drooled with craving.