Dinner was still a few homemade dishes prepared by Bo Xuan, braised pork, sweet and sour ribs, and soy sauce duck... a feast for the eyes and the palate.
Chi Xiaoyu didn't feel uncomfortable with Ye Huanyan there.
As she arranged the chopsticks, Chi Xiaoyu expressed her surprise. "I never realized you could cook so well before?"
"Just learned it. I used to focus too much on my career and neglected a lot of things in life. Now that I think about it, I regret it..."
Bo Xuan placed the last dish on the table, took off his apron, and looked at Chi Xiaoyu with such tender brown eyes.
Chi Xiaoyu turned her gaze away.
After they sat down, Bo Xuan noticed Chi Xiaoyu's fingers wrapped in layers of bandages and felt a pang of distress; he took the initiative to serve her some dishes.
Despite knowing that her stubborn nature was unlikely to change, he still pursued her humbly, hoping that one day she might have a change of heart.