With Zhang Wei's help, dinner was ready.
There were not many dishes, just a few simple stir-fries.
Li Qinghua was not exactly a master chef, and her skills were limited.
Xia Qianyue's family of three, along with Li Qinghe and her daughter, and Zhang Wei, six people gathered around an eight-immortal table for the meal.
"Mom, you did a good job with this braised prawns."
"Wife, your cooking has really improved lately, these prawns have a light red, shiny appearance, the meat is very flavorful, and the shell is crispy, I can swallow it whole."
"Sister, when did you learn to cook prawns? I remember the last time I came for dinner, your cooking skills weren't this good, right?"
Although Xia Qianyue, Xia Donghai, and even Li Qinghe were all praising Li Qinghua's cooking,
the person in question didn't seem too pleased, and in fact, the more praise she heard, the darker her face became.