The table runner on the dining table is newly bought by Shen Jianian, a light green silk with crochet flowers, adorned with pure white tableware, making it exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
In less than an hour, Fu Jichen prepared a dinner for two, with steak, meat sauce pasta, and creamy mushroom soup, as visually appealing as those from a restaurant.
From Shen Jianian's perspective, appearances can be deceiving; she herself is a good example. The dishes she cooks look appetizing but don't taste as expected.
"Try it." Fu Jichen gallantly pulled out a chair for her.
With the knife and fork placed on both sides of the plate, if a candle were lit, it would rival a candlelight dinner.
Shen Jianian sat down half-skeptically, took the knife and fork to cut a small piece of steak, and froze in surprise the moment she put it in her mouth.
Unexpectedly, it wasn't as bad as she imagined; on the contrary, it was very tasty.
