Coming back from Cheng Qing's place, Yang Fan immediately got busy in the kitchen, as Tang Zimo had already gone to the supermarket and bought all sorts of ingredients.
At half-past eleven, big and small, about a dozen dishes, Yang Fan finished cooking them.
Cold mixed, steamed, stir-fried... There were all kinds of flavors and combinations available.
Nolan Hui and Qiao Anran arrived to see a table full of dishes. Nolan Hui was overjoyed, finally able to have a big meal, and went to wash hands with great anticipation.
Qiao Anran was dumbfounded. If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she would hardly believe that Yang Fan was capable of this.
A table full of dishes with various methods of cooking, all looking delicious and appetizing, on par with the five-star chefs of the hotels, if not better.
It was the first time so many people sat together for a meal, the atmosphere was lively. Yang Fan was drinking beer while everyone else was having juice.
