And when Jian Zhiqing came back, the timing was perfect; the dishes were almost ready.
Qin Xiangnuan didn't make many dishes, just five dishes and a soup.
Her cooking was not bad, although not comparable to a professional chef, she still had some skills; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to get rich and make a fortune with her own hands.
The dishes were indeed good, and Jian Zhiqing took a liking to them as soon as he saw them on the table. They were all spicy, which he was fond of. He didn't have many hobbies, but he loved spicy food. This was similar to his family, where almost everyone shared this trait; they couldn't eat their meals without chili peppers.
He ate to his heart's content this meal; it had been a long time since he had such a full meal.
Qin Xiangnuan was cleaning up the dishes and utensils. Having an extra person at home suddenly made it seem livelier, unlike before, when she was alone and the day passed in silence. That's how life was, quiet and simple.
