Fu Hengyi was not willing to let Shen Qinglan's efforts go to waste, so he stopped fooling around and picked up his bowl and chopsticks.
"Is it good?" Shen Qinglan sat opposite him and asked, her usual cool demeanor intact, but the hand that slightly clenched her chopsticks betrayed her inner nervousness.
"It's very good, the best dish I've ever tasted," Fu Hengyi said with a smile.
Shen Qinglan let out a sigh of relief, "If you like it, eat more."
At noon, Fu Hengyi really did finish off the four dishes and one soup that Shen Qinglan had made, and, as a result, he overate for the first time.
Fu Hengyi washed the dishes, and Shen Qinglan took the opportunity to take a bath in the bathroom. She had been in the kitchen all morning and was covered in the smell of cooking.