The meal was enjoyed by everyone, especially Liou Qingcheng's family of three.
Lin Tian naturally did not go hungry, as he had Yan Xinrou's Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Soup to enjoy, which no one would fight him for... because it was made by Yan Xinrou herself.
And it was such a big pot, enough for him to have two servings.
After filling her belly, Liou Qingcheng slumped in her chair, tilted her head back, looking nothing like a goddess, and said, "Lin Tian, your cooking is so good that if I get fat, what will I do?"
"Then you should cook yourself; you surely won't get fat."
"I'd rather get fat!"
Liou also leaned back in his chair, rubbing his round, rolling belly, but not losing his grandeur, looking at Lin Tian, he said, not too heavy and not too light, "Hmm, the cooking skills are basically passable. But there's still room for improvement."
"Stubborn old man! You were the one eating the most fiercely!"
