"Eat, dinner?"
Next, Sheng Yi stood by and watched as Dao An took out the thermal lunch boxes from the bag one by one, uncovering each lid, and she discovered—
"It's all Hunan cuisine!"
Her voice rose several pitches, full of surprise.
After eating foreign food for so many days, suddenly seeing her favorite Hunan cuisine in a foreign land, how could she not be surprised?
The man said, "I was a bit busy this afternoon, and the time I could spare was a bit late. In this year abroad, I've rarely cooked myself, not because I'm lazy, but because I really didn't have time. My cooking skills might have regressed a bit, but the spiciness should still be there."
Hearing what the man said.
Sheng Yi was stunned: "These... were all made by you?"
Dao An nodded, naturally pulling her wrist to indicate for her to sit down, "It's still warm, if we don't eat it now it will get cold. If we heat it again, the spiciness might not be enough."
Sheng Yi sat down.
