Lin laughed and said, "It's true, there's no way to refute it. It seems Chef Lin is quite sincere."
Lin said that when he saw Xue Zi enter the kitchen, he felt warmth and gratitude. Though the girl appeared cold and distant, she also had a touch of tenderness.
"Hey, you outside! Come help me fight this battle." Xue Zi shouted from the kitchen.
"This is all fine, but it's messy, peeling this… ah..."
Lin Yun went back and forth hastily, keeping himself busy. Lin Yun was as frustrated as he was moved — it reminded him of familial moments from the past.
Lin said he hoped the people bustling around could also feel joyful.
Half an hour later, the rice was finally ready. When the lid of the pot was lifted, the room was filled with an intoxicating fragrance. Lin sighed and said, "It smells so good. I'll have to try it to truly know."
Xue Zi patted the back of Lin Yun's hand, yet the taste didn't seem to carry Lin Yun's embrace.
"Eat first."
