If Qiao Yin ignored Lu Lingche's cold face and peculiar requests, her dinner this time was actually quite good.
Lu Lingche's cooking skills were superb, the beef noodle soup he made had smooth and al dente noodles, a rich and fragrant broth, tender beef, and vibrant greens, truly a feast for the senses.
Qiao Yin ate a whole big bowl, drinking more than half of the soup.
After she had eaten her fill, she suddenly realized that Lu Lingche's cooking was actually better than hers.
She always liked to try new things when cooking, prioritizing health benefits over taste, so she often liked to add some nourishing herbal ingredients to the food.
Or in pursuit of retaining nutrients, she hardly used any seasonings; even the tea she drank had to nourish yin, replenish qi, protect the liver and eyes, and so on, without considering whether the tea tasted good or not.