A group of them gathered around the stove, using chopsticks in one hand to pick up beef and eat, while gnawing on the steamed buns the Chen couple had brought with the other.
Women of the jianghu had always been uninhibited. Besides, she had contributed the meat and done some of the work herself, so she had no qualms. At this moment, she cared neither for etiquette nor appearance, only taking great mouthfuls of meat.
Chen Han's family had been somewhat restrained at first. After all, they had only provided steamed buns, while this gentleman and female hero already had shown them kindness—and now they even had to cook for their family. They truly felt embarrassed. But Song You's cooking was so far ahead of this era that, with such delicious food before them, their restraint lessened by several degrees.
Song You's skill at cooking truly left nothing to be desired.
Not to mention this era—even in his previous life, with such a variety of seasonings, abundant and easily obtained ingredients, and such convenient exchange of information, cooking standards still varied wildly across the country, with no shortage of culinary wastelands.
No one wanted to admit that their province's food was bad, yet most people acknowledged that people from certain provinces simply knew how to cook better.
Much less in this day and age.
Song You had even spent a considerable sum on spices. These days, spices were mainly used regularly in cooking by the wealthy; common folk had to ration even salt. Who could afford to be so particular?
"Burp~"
The woman drained her soup clean, while the Chen couple hurried forward and took the initiative to scrub the pot.
"Shall we travel together?"
The woman shot Song You a sidelong glance. "We already know each other, we've eaten