Gong Xue'er's culinary skills were indeed good.
She skillfully placed the dishes into the pot.
Soon, several home-style dishes were ready.
After she had finished cooking, she carried them to the dining table in the restaurant.
Xia Yangyang had followed her, but actually hadn't been much help.
Soon, the table was full.
However, Gong Xue'er was still making soup.
Xia Yangyang, watching Gong Xue'er's busy figure, only felt a bit dazed.
Actually, if she hadn't had those thoughts back then, if she hadn't done those things.
She could have found a good husband and built a happy family just on her own merits.
When Gong Xue'er turned around after taking off her apron, she saw Xia Yangyang staring intently at her.
Gong Xue'er smiled and flipped her hair, "Do you think a woman like me, who can grace a hall and master the kitchen, is a blessing to marry?"
Gong Xue'er spoke in a joking tone.
Xia Yangyang found the words familiar.