Mrs. Zhou was crying, and Xu Shu noticed.
Because he had taken a lap around and found that there were no onions on the chopping board, but on the table nearby, there were dishes that had been prepared and covered with plates to keep them from getting cold.
Xu Shu, without any change in his expression, deliberately opened to look and found they were the dishes he used to love when he was a child.
Braised sea bass, minced meat with eggplant, potato stewed beef brisket, stir-fried cabbage with meat slices, Mapo tofu, plus shrimp and egg custard.
What a feast, so luxurious!
"Delicious!" Xu Shu deliberately spoke loudly and exaggeratedly, which made Mrs. Zhou momentarily forget her current predicament, and with a smile on her face said, "Are you hungry? Then, then let's eat!"
Mrs. Zhou brought all the dishes to the table, having completely forgotten that these items were originally meant for her husband as a "last supper" farewell ritual.
