Luckily, Zhen Shu's expression remained normal, without any hint of sadness or discomfort.
An Xiaomian finally breathed a sigh of relief, then continued asking, "Auntie, do you know what Shangguan Xiu likes to eat? I'm not very familiar with his preferences, and he never talks about it. So, if you know of anything he particularly likes to eat, please teach me how to make it. I want to cook for him."
Thinking back, An Xiaomian had only cooked noodles for Shangguan Xiu before, and prepared a few meals.
However, she was very clear that the food she made was probably not Shangguan Xiu's favorite.
Hearing this, Zhen Shu couldn't help but show an excited expression: "Sure, I haven't cooked for years, but I still remember how to do it, and I remember what Ah Xiu liked to eat as a child. Come, let's go to the kitchen right now, and I'll teach you how to make the food Ah Xiu loved when he was a kid."
