Xie Qingci was quite looking forward to it; the taste was secondary. The main thing was that this meal was considered as Yu Xia's first time cooking for him.
So when the dishes were gradually served, he maintained a grateful heart throughout.
The porridge boiled with dandelion looked normal, the shepherd's purse dumplings, although not very neat in shape, at least were sealed properly, the mugwort steamed buns were a bit green which made him anxious but were also kind of pretty, and the stir-fried dried meat with garlic sprouts was a bit blackish, yet this dish couldn't taste bad no matter how it's prepared, so it should be okay.
Yu Xia handed out the bowls and chopsticks and urged him to eat quickly.
"I'm so hungry my stomach is burning, hurry up and eat. These steamed buns, there are only two, were specially saved for you. You're still growing, so you need more staples, temporarily forget about your manager outside the screen."
