As the evening descended, the dishes in the kitchen were finally all prepared.
Ten dishes and a soup!
In the countryside, this was already the highest standard. Generally, even for weddings, funerals, or other events, families wouldn't have so many dishes on the table.
Jiang Feng was genuinely a bit overwhelmed by the hospitality.
This was nothing like those millionaires spending tens of millions to treat him to a meal; it entirely showed the sincerity and thoughtfulness of the Mu Shuisheng couple.
Mu Yanluo brought out the steaming hot ten dishes one after the other from the kitchen and placed them on the stone table.
She couldn't resist going back to her room to change into another outfit, putting on Ruan Xiuqin's youthful farmhouse attire.
A simple cotton vest adorned with floral patterns, long single-layer pants, and homemade embroidered cloth shoes.
The mother and daughter had similar figures, and these clothes fit her perfectly.
