Half an hour later, Jiang Nuan came out of the kitchen holding a plate.
"All right, dinner is ready."
She had been hungry all day and was already exhausted. After placing the food on the table, she immediately pulled out a chair and sat down, distributing the bowls and chopsticks.
"Given the limited conditions here, I didn't have many ingredients. I just made two simple dishes. Make do with them."
She wasn't just being polite. On the table, there was only a plate of stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, a plate of braised tofu, and a tomato soup. Indeed, as she said, they were merely simple home-cooked dishes.
Even the colors were bland and monotonous.
Jiang Nuan served herself a bowl of rice, thought for a moment, and then put down her bowl to serve rice into his bowl.
"Let's eat. You probably haven't eaten either."
