Her beautiful eyes shyly averted, her rosy lips holding a smile, Mirage Qi Meng stood elegantly at the stove in her apron, the curves of her figure accentuating her charm as Shen Qiang guided her hands-on through cooking, from the basics of frying an egg to the more complex stir-fried three delicacies. Throughout the process, not only was Qi Meng's attention far from the pan, but even Shen Qiang couldn't help but be somewhat distracted.
After all, being so intimately close while cooking, not burning the food already counts as above-average performance; sticking through to finish the dishes, they should be considered Liu Xiahui.
Simple and straightforward, four dishes and a soup.
In other restaurants, such a menu might not stand out, but at this lovely home it was different. After all, these were made with their own hands, and when the meal was ready, Shen Qiang casually chose to sit beside Qi Meng, rather than opposite her.
