"Yuzhu, your cooking skills have truly improved, this garlic broccoli is very well done," Pei Jingchuan softly praised, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Upon hearing such praise, Jiang Yuzhu's heart immediately swelled with joy.
A radiant smile spread across her face, her eyes twinkling with happiness.
She replied softly, "Really? I was worried you wouldn't like it."
"How could I not? I like every dish you make," Pei Jingchuan continued to taste the food, affirming each dish.
The atmosphere at the dining table grew even more harmonious. Jiang Yuzhu occasionally served food to Pei Jingchuan, carefully observing his expressions to make sure he enjoyed every bite.
Her movements were gentle and attentive, each extension of her chopsticks revealing the deep love she held for Pei Jingchuan.
Pei Jingchuan felt Jiang Yuzhu's care, and his mood gradually relaxed.
He started to chat with Jiang Yuzhu about the amusing incidents of the day, their laughter echoing around the dining table.