Gu Shiting made three dishes and some multigrain porridge.
A steamed cod, a stir-fried lotus root, and tomato beef brisket.
The beef brisket had been simmered earlier and stored in the freezer; a quick warming was all it needed to be eaten, though the texture wasn't as good as fresh.
He felt a bit regretful: "There's not enough time."
"It's already very good," Sheng Tang said.
Gu Shiting served her a bowl of porridge.
He tentatively offered Sheng Tang a chopstick of stir-fried lotus root.
The lotus root was crisp; Sheng Tang tasted it, and just like Sheng Zong, showed a slightly melancholy expression.
She looked at Gu Shiting.
Gu Shiting voluntarily brought up his grandmother again in front of her: "In the past, my grandma taught me. I can also make many home-cooked dishes, all taught by her."
As he spoke, there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes, watching Sheng Tang.
Sheng Tang gave a bitter smile.
