Chapter 43 (1/2)

Zhao Zhizhi is used to having dishes for children to taste when he is cooking in the orphanage. Now there are no children, only the only big friend Li Xiting.

To her bright eyes, Li Xiting's chest was stuffy. He couldn't say anything. Finally, he picked up the bowl and ate.

First, he tasted it and found that it tasted much better than he had imagined.

No star chefs deliberately show off the dishes, this simple material, the most direct way, this taste is more people like. This is what the family cooks. It's like this. It uses the simplest ingredients and doesn't have much skill.

Li Xiting hasn't eaten such a dish to his taste for a long time, which reminds him of the dinner his mother cooked for him and his younger brother when he was a child. It's also a bit like the delicious food he seldom had when he stayed in the dilapidated orphanage

It turns out that delicious food can really make people feel warm.

Zhao Zhizhi was stunned to see Li Xiting's graceful action, but quickly ate up her large portion of the hodgepodge and a bowl of rice.

Li Xiting ate the last bite of rice, put down the bowl, looked up at Zhao Zhizhi and said, ”don't put so many peppers next time. I can't eat too spicy.”

”...” Zhao Zhizhi looked at the pot with only red soup left. It seemed that he couldn't eat too spicy!

”It's not suitable to eat too exciting food at night.” Uncle Heng said with a smile.

Li Xiting nodded gently, looked at Uncle Heng and said, ”tell her my usual taste and let her do it.”

”Yes.” Uncle Heng nodded to Li Xiting.

Li Xiting returns to the study upstairs in his wheelchair to deal with an urgent document.

”Miss Zhao, I will work hard for you in the future.” Uncle Heng said to Zhao Zhizhi with a smile.