Ye Xiaoyu made five dishes and a soup, all very simple homemade dishes: tomato egg soup, braised pork ribs, steamed crucian carp, stir-fried shredded potatoes with green peppers, and broccoli.
Anjue gently rubbed her hand with some distress: "You made so much, you must be exhausted from this morning."
"No," she replied with a sweet smile, "Zhou Bie did the washing and chopping of the vegetables, I just did the cooking. So, how's my cooking? Not bad, right?"
There was a strange flicker in Anjue's eyes, but he hid it well and didn't let it show.
Suddenly, the image of her and Zhou Bie bustling around the kitchen flashed through his mind...
A trace of viciousness appeared in his eyes.
Ye Xiaoyu noticed his lack of response and poked his hand with chopsticks: "What, doesn't it taste good?"
"It tastes great," Anjue snapped back to reality, smiled at her, and said, "I'm not that busy lately, starting tomorrow, why don't you join me at work?"
