Tang Zhengde was very complimentary, praising each dish with precision, beyond mere superficial compliments.
Tang Yue's eyes sparkled, and in the moment she was praised, she felt like a top-notch chef.
"Our Xiao Yue has grown up, and now she cooks so deliciously, even better than mom used to make," Zhang Hualian said as she ate, feeling a surge of emotion deep inside.
She still remembered when Tang Yue was born, skinnier than even the most frail children, nothing but skin and bones without an ounce of flesh; back then, everyone worried whether she would survive.
Zhang Hualian even recalled those times, staying up day and night next to Tang Yue, fearing she might pass away silently just as everyone said.
In the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed. The child who everyone thought wouldn't grow up was now about to get married.
