Inside the tattered courtyard located at the corner of the village,
"Brother, the fish and rice you made is really delicious, even more delicious than the mom used to cook."
Little girl Qin Yun commented with a happy face, sitting on the bed with a bowl of rice and fried fish in her hand.
When Qin Fan heard this, instead of feeling happy, he felt sad.
'The fish was cooked with just a little bit of fat and salt water. In order to save money, I didn't even put in seasons. No matter how good it is, it can't taste better than those seasoned fried fish of previous life.'
However, Qin Fan did not show the sadness, instead just smiled and said, "As long as it tastes good, Xiao Yun can eat it as much as she wants.
"Ummm," Qin Yun nodded her little head and started eating the fried fish and rice with a happy and satisfied expression.
Qin Fan then smiled and picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.