Nan Fei managed to sweet-talk Fu Xinwu into leaving without feeling the least bit guilty. She went to the local market with Jiang Yang to buy groceries and decided to cook herself. She made green vegetable dumpling noodles, a dish she used to love back home. She added egg mixture while kneading the dough, making the dumplings both fragrant and flavorful. She remembered how, during her childhood, eggs were a luxury they couldn't afford. The eggs laid by the family's hens were saved up and brought to the market in baskets to sell.
Although they now had money, Nan Fei often found herself reminiscing about those times.
"How's my cooking?" Nan Fei sat at the head of the dining table, looking at Jiang Yang with a hint of nervousness.
The little guy picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and ate it in one bite, the heat making him fan his mouth for a long time before he could speak.
"Delicious! Really delicious."
