Wen Zhixia could not cook, but Li Yilan was quite skilled at it and prepared a lavish lunch.
Wen Zhixue had enjoyed chatting with Chen Shi'an at the factory so much that he instinctively wanted to bring out some good liquor for a few drinks with him. Then he remembered that Chen Shi'an was still a high school student and settled for drinking juice together instead.
"Xiao Chen, sit down, sit down. Aunt Lan didn't know what you liked, so I just made a few simple dishes. I hope they suit your taste."
"This is already a feast. Zhizhi brought me some of your dumplings to try before, Auntie Lan."
"Oh! That box of dumplings last time! Xiao Chen, what did you think of them?"
"They were delicious. You're a great cook, Aunt Lan."
Li Yilan beamed at his words and warmly urged Chen Shi'an to help himself.
The dining table was a large round one that could be extended to seat twelve. With fewer people, as there were now, it was folded down to make reaching the food and chatting easier. A glass lazy Susan sat on the table, with a pot of soup in the center and six dishes around it.
Chen Shi'an was neither overly polite nor stiff, but since he was not picky about food, he hardly turned the lazy Susan at all. He simply ate whichever dish was in front of him.
Wen Zhixia and her parents, on the other hand, kept deliberately turning dishes toward him during the meal so he could help himself.
Wen Zhixia sat beside Chen Shi'an. She ate with him every day at school, but she had never imagined she would get to eat with him at home too. It felt rather magical.
The girl reached out and turned the