Lin En also kept nodding her head to express her satisfaction and surprise. All the waiting and suffering today were not worth mentioning when she ate this macaron!
"Xian 'er, you should eat too! Look at your two brothers; they're like hungry ghosts. You wouldn't even have a share if your hand speed was any slower." Lin En glanced at her husband and two sons working hard. She turned to Zhuang Xian and smiled helplessly.
Zhuang Xian also smiled at her. She was delighted. As long as her family liked it, it was fine.
Just like that, this slightly late meal was considered complete amidst the family's exclamations and sighs.
Zhuang Xian's food, even if it had oxidized over time and become cold from the air, very few people could resist its charm!
Teacher Jason had once praised Zhuang Xian as his perfect student. She was the youngest and most fantastic head chef of Lan Wei. The value of this title was real and would never diminish.
