Gu Qichen moved over there and began eating with Xia Yangyang.
Xia Yangyang had prepared three dishes and a soup.
Green pepper beef, braised pork, stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of yellow croaker soup.
Just a few very homestyle dishes.
But for Xia Yangyang, it was already a Herculean effort.
All these years in the United States, she had been too busy to cook.
Usually, a sandwich was her main meal.
Because Xia Ye slept for long hours and also couldn't eat food that was hard to digest,
whenever he woke up, his main meal was bone soup noodles.
Xia Ye never seemed to tire of it.
Gu Qichen had already started using his chopsticks.
Xia Yangyang inexplicably felt a bit nervous, "Try it quickly, how does it taste?"