Chapter 1670 Signature Dishes

• He sat on the picnic mat, his expression blank, observing the bustling figures of several people. He didn't make many movements, and no one knew what he was contemplating.
• "Nianchu, why don't you prepare your famous dishes?" Ling Hefeng called out to Ling Nianchu. He hadn't eaten much breakfast in the morning, and Ling Hefeng, who had been enthusiastically singing and dancing all the way, had already digested his breakfast. Now, Ling Hefeng was starving, and his eyes were eagerly fixed on Ling Nianchu, who was busy preparing the meal.
• "Alright, I understand. Just wait a moment," Ling Nianchu replied. He was busy cooking, his tall figure adorned with an apron, which didn't seem out of place at all. On the contrary, it made Ling Nianchu appear even more warm and radiant. With a perpetual smile on his face, he showed no signs of impatience while cooking. For him, cooking seemed to be a form of enjoyment, and the dishes he created became works of art.