Song Yan knew Wang Long was saving him, so he nodded in gratitude and hurriedly left.
"Let's eat," Xu Lai said.
It was only five-thirty in the afternoon, still quite early, but with five dishes and a soup already prepared, it would be a waste not to eat.
Seeing everyone else pick up their chopsticks, Old Jiang Ba carefully took a bite of the dish closest to him.
The moment it entered his mouth, Old Jiang Ba's body stiffened. What is this flavor?
It was just a seemingly ordinary dish of stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, but Old Jiang Ba felt a moment of vertigo the instant he tasted it. Warmth spread through his limbs, as if a gentle current was flowing through him. The flavor was so delicious it was simply indescribable.
"Hee hee, is this your first time trying it?" Xu Yiyi chirped excitedly. "My dad's cooking is the absolute best in the whole wide world."
"Indeed," Old Jiang Ba nodded solemnly. This was not flattery but a heartfelt sentiment.
