Medicinal Cuisine (1)
However…
He had to eat his daughter's fish.
Chi Yun nodded and agreed without much hesitation. Then, he could not help but look into the kitchen from the corner of his eyes.
..
His daughter's expression was serious.
Fu Shiyan still looked dignified and elegant.
The slow stir-frying was clearly a move that was tainted with smoke and fire, but it looked especially serious when it was done by a man. It was as if he was handling a piece of art, and it was usually impossible to find any flaws in it.
However, this was not the most important thing.
The pitiful Chi Yun endured the pain and ate a few mouthfuls. Finally, he slowly remembered something. As if he had just woken up from a dream, he lowered his voice and pulled his wife to the side.
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone around them was paying attention to other things, he hurriedly lowered his voice to express his doubts.