It was only now that Ling Chuxi finally realized the family affection that is thicker than water. It doesn't require too many words, it doesn't require too much intimacy, just a faint smile, a small inadvertent gesture, but it makes people feel happy.
If this is a sweet dream, Ling Chuxi really hopes to fall asleep forever and never wake up.
In the simple kitchen, Ling Fengfeng took out the prepared ingredients from the space ring and was cooking when he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
"Miss! Are you okay?" Ah Zhi followed beside her, but kept paying attention to Ling Fenghua from the corner of her eye. She stretched out her hand to support her, and asked worriedly while injecting a soft vitality.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Ling Fenghua took a deep breath and said with a smile, but his face was strangely pale.
"Miss, actually there was no need for you to use that move just now." Ah Zhi sighed and said.
"Qi Jiuxuan is also a mid-level god-level master, so I'm afraid I won't be able to control him," Ling Fenghua said.
"But..." Ah Zhi wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Ling Fenghua.
"Okay, stop talking. Don't let Chu Xi know about this. I don't want her to worry." Ling Fenghua said.
"Ah Zhi understands." Ah Zhi nodded and said, "Miss, you'd better rest for a while. I'll just do this."
"I'll do it. This child has suffered so many years, and I, a mother, haven't even cooked a meal for her. I must cook this meal with my own hands." Ling Fenghua looked guilty, but also a look of guilt.
The warmth of the face.
"Yes." Ah Zhi stepped back, carefully guarding her side.
After a few short weeks of training, although there was no obvious change in the level of cultivation, fortunately, the speed of energy movement was much faster than before, and Ling Chuxi regained her energy and spirit.
A familiar yet distant aroma wafted in. Ling Chuxi sniffed, swallowed involuntarily, and opened her eyes.
"The dishes are here!" Ah Zhi carried two bamboo baskets and walked over quickly. Ling Fenghua washed his hands and came over.
"Braised pork, Sixi meatballs, five-spice sauce elbow..." Looking at the dishes Ah Zhi brought out, Ling Chuxi's eyes widened in surprise.
Every dish on the table is her favorite. Unfortunately, after coming to Tianyu, she can no longer taste the delicacies of her hometown because of the different ingredients. From Ling Chuxi’s perspective as a seasoned foodie, it is not difficult to see that,
The ingredients used in these dishes all come from Southern Xia, and are even more authentic than those used in many small restaurants in the capital.
"Chu Xi, eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold. I heard from Wushang that you like to eat these dishes the most, so I asked him to bring back the recipe and ingredients. I don't know if they suit your taste." Ling
Fenghua put a large piece of braised pork into Ling Chuxi's bowl, looking a little uneasy.
"Yeah." Ling Chuxi's throat was a little blocked. It turned out that her mother cared more about her than she imagined. She even knew exactly what she liked to eat. For her, she even asked Ling Wushang to prepare recipes and ingredients.
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Looking at the color and aroma of these dishes, Ling Chuxi also knew that her mother had put a lot of thought into them.
"Come and try your mother's craftsmanship," Ling Fenghua urged.
Ling Chuxi lowered her head, and a tear she had been holding back for a long time finally rolled down and fell on the piece of braised pork. Ling Chuxi quickly picked up the chopsticks and put the braised pork into her mouth.