Mo Xie lifted the lid. Steam billowed out, carrying a delicious aroma.
The fish bubbled in the pot, its rich red glaze making mouths water.
It truly had everything: color, aroma, and flavor!
"Wow, that smells amazing!"
Ding Yumian exclaimed, her beautiful eyes shining as she stared at the braised fish.
"Get ready. Once I make a few more dishes, we can eat."
Mo Xie slid the fish onto a plate and smiled.
"Okay!"
Before long, plate after plate of delicious food arrived at the table.
"Grandma Ye, try some. I made it myself."
"I will. Any girl who marries you someday will be lucky."
Grandma Ye took her chopsticks and praised him without hesitation.
As she spoke, she glanced at her granddaughter. Her meaning was clear.
Ding Yumian didn't notice. All her attention was on the braised fish.
She picked up a piece, blew on it, then took a bite.
"It's so good!"
Her cheeks flushed as she eagerly chewed.
"Then have some more."
Mo Xie smiled gently at her adorable expression.
Ding Yumian lightly bit her chopsticks and gazed at Mo Xie's breathtaking face, her eyes full of affection.
Grandma was right. Boys who can cook really are incredibly handsome...
The sun slowly set, and night fell over the town.
Shanghe Street lay in darkness, wrapped in deathly silence.
Not a soul was on the street. The evening breeze rattled broken glass, lending the place an eerie air.
At the end of the old street, one patch of light shone especially bright, standing there like a beacon pointing toward safety.
With that light to guide them, people could finally feel a little safer.
In the courtyard beside the inn, Grandma Ye reclined in a lounge chair, waving a palm-leaf fan.
Mo Xie lay on the roof of