By the time Chu Lian and Li Fugui entered the room, Wang Xiangxiang had already eaten half her meal. She spoke while eating, "Li Fugui, you really cook quite deliciously."
Li Fugui smiled awkwardly but felt a tinge of bitterness in his heart. When he first started cooking for Xiaotian, it was truly hard to swallow. Now, having followed Yang Ming's great-aunt, he had only learned the basics and was barely able to make meals for a large pot.
Chu Lian didn't believe the spoiled girl would praise Li Fugui like that; it must be because of their relationship that she was complimenting him.
He sat down directly and decided to try the tofu soup she had praised.
Once he put the spoon in his mouth, his eyes lit up instantly. It turned out she wasn't lying; the soup was indeed delicious. He scooped up a piece of tofu with his spoon; the tofu was soft, and the broth was flavorful.
