"You made this?" Qin Jian was slightly surprised, but recalling her candied hawthorn-making skills, he was no longer astonished.
"Yeah. Everyone, please try some. I don't know how it tastes," An Hao said modestly.
Commander Zhang picked up a chopstick-full of fish, tasted it, and his brow relaxed as he repeatedly praised, "Not bad! Really good!"
Then, he tried the other dishes, nodding and praising them incessantly.
Zhang Lanxiang smiled and said to An Hao, "Old Zhang hardly ever compliments anyone. Today he's sparing no praise, which means your cooking must be really good!"
With her head lowered and a soft smile, An Hao replied, "I'm glad you like it."
Though Qin Jian did not comment on the meal, he had three bowls of rice in one go, and An Hao knew he liked the dishes.
By the end of the meal, all the food had been eaten.
Jianguo patted his belly, smiling at Qiang Jian, "You're lucky, kid! You found a girlfriend who can cook! Her cooking skills are top-notch!"