At this moment, Chen Shurui hurriedly brought over a pot of Bamboo Shoot Fish Soup as if presenting a treasure and said, "I spent ages learning this Bamboo Shoot Fish Soup from Sixth Brother. Come on, Sixth Brother, Sister Xiao Yi, I'll ladle you each a bowl to try."
As he spoke, he picked up the small bowls he had prepared long ago, scooped out the fish soup, and handed them to Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi.
Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi exchanged a smile, took the bowls, and drank.
Chen Xiaojun pursed his lips. "It's good. Old Eight, your cooking has really improved."
Chen Shurui grew even prouder when he heard that. "Of course! Oh, right, you said before that you'd teach me to make Yan Du Xian later. Don't forget."
Chen Xiaojun smiled. "I remember. Don't worry, I won't forget."
Chen Shurui chuckled. "I like eating bamboo shoots."
Chen Bin also cut in. "This Mist Forest has dense trees and thick woods, so it's hard to see the sun and it's very damp, but that's exactly the right place for spring bamboo shoots to grow. Everyone, try this plate of Stir-fried Bamboo Shoots too!"
Chen Mu waved a hand and picked up the thread. "These two dishes are their masterpieces. Bamboo shoot lovers, through and through!"
These dishes, cooked mainly with wild game from the mountains and forests and fresh ingredients from the streams, were not only incomparably delicious, but also contained the fresh, otherworldly air of nature, leaving an endless aftertaste.
At the dinner table, the atmosphere was lively and warm, shining into everyone's heart like the warm spring sun.
Everyone laughed and chatted, talking about everything under the sky, perfectly carefree.
Only Xiao Yi still kept her aloof composure, speaking little and immersing herself in the