Han Zhan took a car ride back home.
As expected, his old father had already prepared a delicious meal.
All of it consisted of his favorite dishes:
Braised pork hock, sweet and sour ribs, iron pot aged goose, chilled lobster, Peking duck…
"Xiaozhan is back." Han Qiuming removed his apron while smiling.
"Dad." Han Zhan put down his luggage and was then handed slippers by Shan Yunmei to put on. After changing his shoes, he was amazed by the table full of dishes. "So many dishes?"
"Yes." Han Qiuming nodded, his calm demeanor showcasing the essence of a seasoned office veteran.
"Just whipped up a few simple dishes, waiting for you to come back and have a taste."
Whipped up? Simple dishes?
Han Zhan's mouth twitched slightly.
"Dad, I'm not questioning the rest, but are you sure you made this chilled lobster?"
"Of course."
"And the Peking duck too? Where did you get an oven at home?"
"Borrowed it from the neighbor."
"Then what do the words 'Xijiang Yue' on the dish bowl mean?"
