Qu Tan'er wasn't stingy either.
Seeing that Mo Jingxuan was salivating as he spoke, she agreed, "Alright, I'll make a homestyle meal... and let you taste something fresh."
Since the last time, she hadn't really cooked much.
Deciding to cook on the spur of the moment, Qu Tan'er picked from the available ingredients.
She made a big plate chicken, braised pig's trotters, sauerkraut fish, garlic pork ribs, and so on.
Mo Jingxuan, still holding his chopsticks, was already bustling around, trying a dish as soon as it was served... as if he hadn't eaten a meal in eight hundred years, which made Qu Tan'er both laugh and cry. But when something you've made is loved by someone, it feels different. Thus, she became more enthusiastic and made an eight-treasure rice.
Throughout the meal, Mo Jingxuan ate with a smile, entirely satisfied!
Qu Tan'er also ate some and casually asked, "Fourteen, what kind of person was the Supreme Emperor?"
