As Han Qingshan returned home, he picked up his phone, and looked at his WeChat, only to see that many had messaged him.
The picture did not show anything of the surroundings, it only showed the homely looking dishes and the old fashioned plates they were plated on, and many were curious as to where he had gone to eat and who had cooked for him.
Many felt that there was some gossip here, and they did everything they could to dig out this secret, but Han Qingshan was tight-lipped, only answering all of them that it was his friend who had cooked for him.
Suddenly he received a message from someone he had not expected to hear from, "My dear son, who was it that made homecooked food for you? Is it a young lady? We are really not picky; if you like the woman then bring her home and let us see her."
