In the residence, Wang was sitting with Fengxi opposite him, and food was set up on the table. It was a long time since he prepared a dish but the food on the table could have anyone attracted and the aroma was heavenly. Fengxi did not play the hypocrite at all and started to devour it, so the father and daughter had the food together.
Without even using chopsticks, Wang put a piece of meat in his mouth and he was savoring the flavor, his heart seemed more relaxed compared to the past. Even though this was all his craft, he could not help but squint his eyes due to the taste being on point. To the current him this food has no value, but the taste is indeed good to bring about some reminiscing about the past. He only regretted that Ruruo had yet to arrive, but he was not worried about it.
Seeing that his daughter was just looking at the meat he urged, "Eat, what are thinking about at this moment, don't tell me it does not taste good?"