Before long, Zhao Lingfei glanced at the somewhat empty dishes and then turned to look at the night outside.
She put down her chopsticks, suddenly stood up, carried away a few empty plates, and rushed to the kitchen. After a while, she returned with several new dishes and put them on the table.
Among these dishes were five-spice roast chicken, braised fish, and spicy rabbit legs... all new dishes that Zhao Rong had rarely tasted before.
Under Zhao Lingfei's diligent efforts, the dining table became rich again.
Zhao Rong glanced at the food and then at his wife, who had just sat back down. He wanted to say that with three people eating and Uncle Bai not around, there was no need for so many dishes.
However, after thinking about it, he decided not to say anything to dampen their enthusiasm. So he just smiled and praised, "My Qing Jun's culinary skills are getting better and better."
