Three sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table, one of which was for Mrs. Zhou.
Gu Lingling seriously tasted the dish made by Mr. Zhou. Although the timing was a bit off, for someone who rarely cooks, achieving this level was already pretty good for a novice.
Receiving Gu Lingling's praise, Mr. Zhou was very pleased.
After the meal, he mysteriously called Gu Lingling into his study.
On the desk was an ancient book.
"I found this while sorting through your Grandma Zhou's belongings. I thought it might be useful to you," Mr. Zhou carefully opened the book, which had a line of small script written by his beloved wife.
"Your Grandma Zhou also loved cooking," Mr. Zhou reminisced, "I was quite busy at the time and rarely went into the kitchen. Every time, I just had to sit and open my mouth to eat."
She took great care of his daily life.
Now, she's gone, and he regrets not having properly cooked a meal with her due to being busy with work.
