Wu Lin really prepared a table full of dishes. Leng Yichen casually picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, but tasted Ming Xuan. It went without saying that these dishes were not made by Wu Lin herself. They were directly packed and brought over from Ming Xuan and then replated.
"I specially borrowed the hotel's kitchen today and made many dishes under the guidance of the chef. What do you think?" Wu Lin was all smiles, as if she was the happiest woman in the world at that moment. She anticipated that every night in the future she could dine with Leng Yichen at the same table, not in a luxurious hotel suite, but in Leng Yichen's home, their home.
