Shi Aoju strode forward to support her with an indifferent expression on his face: "Just hungry."
After speaking, he let go of her again and looked down at her arms crossed, "How much longer?"
"It'll be ready soon..." Su Jiuyi pouted, turning her face away from him, "Go wait in the dining room for a while."
She put the finished fish on a platter and carried it to the dining room. Su Jiuyi ran back and forth a few times to get some necessary tableware.
Fortunately, the dishes she made were not rejected by Shi Aoju. He sat at the head of the table, looked at the dishes, and said, "The color is not bad, just don't know how it tastes."
Su Jiuyi watched him from the side, her eyes filled with expectation: "Go ahead and try it."
Shi Aoju picked up the chopsticks, and elegantly picked up a piece to put in his mouth.
The meat was tender and soft, smooth and not greasy, indeed resembling the flavor made by a top chef.
