"They're all home-cooked dishes, but I personally cooked them. Try them!" The woman's face was full of smiles as she looked at Lin Yun expectantly.
The young man at the side echoed, "My Aunt Lin doesn't cook often. Even the Lin brothers haven't eaten Aunt Lin's personally cooked dishes for a long time!"
The woman rolled her eyes at the young man. "You talk too much!"
The young man stuck out his tongue, turned around, and ran to the kitchen.
Lin Yun picked up her chopsticks and smiled at the woman. "Thank you, Auntie! Then I won't stand on ceremony!"
Lin Yun glanced at the man.
The man also reached out his hand, indicating for Lin Yun to try it quickly.
Before Lin Yun could pick up the food with her chopsticks, she heard a voice from the door. "This scent, is this Mom's cooking?"
"This familiar taste! I haven't eaten it in a long time!" An excited voice sounded, accompanied by quickened footsteps.
