There was still some time before dusk, so there was no rush to cook. Lin Qiao started frying some crispy meat first, filling the kitchen with a delightful aroma. Song Tingfan wasn't particularly greedy, but he couldn't help swallowing a few times.
His gaze gradually fell on the woman, who was holding chopsticks in one hand, stirring the cooked meat in the pot to prevent it from sticking, while placing more cooked meat into the oil with the other hand.
The rising steam made her cheeks blush, her eyes looked misty, with a hint of allure. The slightly lowered eyelids, coupled with her naturally upturned eye corners, gave her a natural charm.
He shyly touched his nose; his sister-in-law looked as beautiful as a fairy.
No, even more beautiful than a fairy.
His praise for the fairy was purely because she looked attractive.
