Delicious

Xiang Yi didn't just pour the crayfish onto the plate; she had her head bowed as she carefully decorated the plate.

Her soft and fair hands seemed to be playing tricks as she placed the two big pots of crayfish into the shape of flower petals.

She took out a clear glass bottle then shook her wrist, dotting the dish with white sesame seeds.

Two cold dishes were included: crispy cold smashed cucumber and sour and spicy lemon radish, which were both decorated with carved carrots.

Inside the stream channel.

—[Holy sh*t, why does it look even more appetizing after it's plated!]

—[This is next level holy sh*t, she immediately plated it to be outside of my paygrade]

—[I just ordered some crayfish takeout, but it's arriving in 40 minutes, I'm going to cry]

—[Oh my god, she actually prepared two cold dishes and a vegetable dish, what kind of logical coordination skills is this!]

—[Did you get air inside your head? It's just cooking, go find a chef from any culinary school. Who wouldn't be better than her?]

—[Oh my god, she actually prepared two cold dishes and a vegetable dish, what kind of logical coordination skills is this!]

—[???? Are you insane? Just because your own life is rough, you won't allow others to live a fine lifelive refined?]

The live comments suddenly became bustling, but the content in reality was very warming.

Yan Zhenhua gestured toward Yan Nai to help carry the dishes. His hands itched to cook some scrambled eggs and tomatoes. He happily brought it out, placing it next to the crayfish. "Come come come, let me add some dishes for you kids!"

"Thank you, Director Yan."

The dining location was in the pavilion in the garden, surrounded by a sea of flowers and birds flying in from time to time. It looked like a scene from an anime.

Yan Zhenhua felt greedy from the moment he smelled it. He didn't even care about wearing the disposable gloves as he dived into the spicy crayfish.

The ruddy and shiny crayfish were processed to be extremely clean, and it didn't contain a hint of odor or dirt. The moment it entered his mouth, the spicy soup splashed between the lips and the teeth. The smooth and tender shrimp left a numbing aftertaste when swallowed, but its fragrant aroma had left an even richer and lingering aftertaste.

"Little girl, your cooking skills are great!" Yan Zhenhua genuinely complimented her before immediately peeling off another one. "It's spicy enough! Great!"

Chefs are very happy when their food is recognized, and Xiang Yi was no exception. Happily, she pushed the pot of boiled edamame toward Yan Zhenhua and said, "This was cooked in a light salted brine which might relieve the spice."

Yan Zhenhua's eyes lit up. "Crayfish and edamame is a pair made in heaven! Young girl, you're a cultured one!"

Shi Sui really couldn't eat spicy food and ended up eating the garlic flavored one.

The young and handsome man slowly put on his gloves first and very politely peeled the shrimp without haste as if he was cutting steak in a four-star Michelin restaurant.

After placing the shrimp in his mouth, the taste of garlic bloomed on his tongue, but it wasn't overwhelming. Instead, it blended with the aroma of the various seasonings. The spiciness of the green pepper was neutralized by the sugar, making it easy for someone to accept the sweet and spicy garlic taste.

Shi Sui's actions were elegant, but his eyebrows were raised. He slightly bent his long legs and sunk into a relaxed gesture. 

The only person suffering was Yan Nai...

The two different scents of the crayfish wafted into his nose. He was full from breakfast, yet his stomach felt so empty he could faint.

The youth's slightly raised Adam's apple kept undulating, frantically struggling if he should eat it or not.

He looked at Xiang Yi with glimmering eyes.

She didn't know if it was because of the smoke fumes in the kitchen, but she didn't have an appetite. After eating two bites, she began to quietly peel the shrimp.

Her movements were nimble, and in no time, she had peeled enough to fill up a small bowl.

Yan Nai felt his heart stir.

If… If she was peeling it for me personally, then I cannot refuse such kindness, or act disrespectfully; in this case, obedience was probably better than deference.