Lu Yuan scooted inward, and Su Liyan sat down beside him on the edge of the kang.
Thankfully, the village kangs were large.
Otherwise, with the three Su Family men and their three sons-in-law, Lu Yuan included, there would hardly have been enough room.
"Chang Yu's cooking is pretty good."
Lu Yuan commented with a raised eyebrow as he ate a piece of food his wife had put in his bowl.
But Chang Yu's father, Second Uncle, just chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.
"Lu Yuan, you're too kind. Chang Yu still has a lot to learn. His cooking is far from perfect."
And that was true enough.
Lu Yuan had eaten at his fair share of restaurants in the city.
Never mind the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
Even the cooks at his own home, all hired by Aunt Zhao, were famous in their own right.
Compared to professionals like them, Chang Yu's cooking was definitely lacking.
But Lu Yuan's praise was just a stepping stone for what he wanted to discuss next.
