It must be said, Lin Jia's mother's cooking was truly exceptional. The dishes weren't particularly rare, just ordinary home-style meals, but the taste was so enchanting that even Shen Fanyun, a man who had sampled every delicacy imaginable, was captivated. There was stir-fried pork, cured meat with winter bamboo shoots, and an assortment of vegetable dishes. The meal was a perfect balance of meat and vegetables, both satisfying and filling without being greasy.
Lin Jia ate with him, and during their idle chatter, Shen Fanyun learned that she had grown up without a father; her mother had raised her all on her own. Thankfully, her mother was a diligent worker. Although their life was ordinary, they were self-sufficient. Over the years, she had not only raised Lin Jia to adulthood but had also paid for her entire college education.
