Lin Yifei's Taste for the Simple Things

Uncle Ye and Aunt Zhang had Jiang Yue to thank for their ample supplies. Their quality of life was hardly any different from what it had been in the Sunny Era. The delicious spread on the table had given Ding Lei and Lin Yifei, who hadn't enjoyed a normal home-cooked meal in ages, quite an appetite. They'd eaten a great deal.

Seeing how much they enjoyed the food naturally made Aunt Zhang very happy.

For someone who cooked, the greatest praise was seeing every dish on the table wiped clean, with everyone eating until their mouths glistened with grease.

Lin Yifei ate the last piece of Aunt Zhang's homemade cake and said contentedly, "I haven't had such a pleasant meal in ages. Aunt Zhang, could I come over to your place for dinner more often?"

While Aunt Zhang had been in the kitchen, Uncle Ye had told her about the two young women. She knew one was Jiang Ying's friend, while the other was Jiang Yue's classmate and battle companion.

Of course, a woman's intuition told her that Jiang Yue truly saw this girl as nothing more than a classmate.

And the impossibly beautiful girl named Lin Yifei made no effort to hide how much she liked Jiang Yue.

That put Aunt Zhang somewhat on her guard. After all, she'd always had some little hopes of her own, and had been treating Jiang Yue like a prospective son-in-law.

Still, she knew there was little chance of that ever happening. Jiang Yue was surrounded by no shortage of excellent young women, and Xiao Yi, who was several years younger than him, probably didn't stand much of a chance.

After all, Jiang Yue was so outstanding that by the time Xiao Yi grew up, some other excellent young woman would probably have