The people at the table were astonished by Gu Qingli's words.
It was the first time they had heard that the most delicious food in the world was simple home cooking. In the eyes of ordinary folk, exotic delicacies were considered the finest things on earth.
At the same time, they were deeply touched. Xiaoli is treating us like her own family.
"Xiaoli is right," Gu Chang'an, who had overheard, sighed. These words resonated deeply with him. "At home, as long as the family lives in harmony and enjoys good health, even coarse grains and wild vegetables taste delicious."
He was nearly sixty, his heart long settled. All he wished for now was a harmonious and peaceful family life.
Especially after experiencing the earthquake, he had witnessed so much human coldness, selfishness, indifference, and greed. Consequently, he cherished the present all the more and favored selfless, kind-hearted people like Xiao Yunjing and his wife.
