「Meanwhile, in the professor's apartment.」
Dean Zhu was well aware of Jiang Qiuqiu's culinary skills. Her food was top-notch, and eating it felt like a spiritual spa—an utterly blissful experience.
Normally, when he watched Jiang Qiuqiu practice, he couldn't very well invite his wife over to eat. But today, his student had delivered it right to their door. He sent a special message to his wife: "That amazing food I'm always talking about? It's here at home. Hurry back. I'm waiting to eat."
Because 'Jiang Qiuqiu's magic box' couldn't just be opened willy-nilly. One careless peek and the food might just disappear.
So Dean Zhu waited and waited. By the time the moon was setting in the west, his wife finally returned.
"Why are you so late today?"
"When am I ever not late? Today is just like any other day." Mrs. Zhu washed her hands and opened the thermal container.
