Gu Yelin carried the tray over and carefully placed food on her plate, "The sweet and sour pork with pineapple is made by grandma, and the stir-fried bamboo shoots are made by me. Didn't you say you wanted to eat my cooking before? Here, try it and see if I've improved."
An Yiqing took the chopsticks and tasted a bite. That familiar taste and the gentle, low voice in her ear made her eyes heat up, almost bringing her to tears. She looked at Gu Yelin with reddened eyes, her voice soft, "Ah Lin, your cooking is still the best..."
Gu Yelin smiled, gently stroking the woman's hair with a soft and doting voice, "If you like it, eat more. You're too thin now, you need to eat more."
An Yiqing nodded like a little chick pecking rice, then dove into the food, devouring it ravenously.
The meal consisted of four dishes, which the two of them finished completely. An Yiqing leaned back in her chair, her little belly full, with a look of contentment on her face.
