In the early stages, the story leans towards the heartwarming grandparent-grandchild bond between the female lead and her grandmother, embodying a very cozy, "group-pet" family style. After...
When he returned to the army canteen and ate there, he had to admit that the food tasted not as good as Aunt Liu's cooking. Especially after eating the food made by Grandma Rong, he could hardly eat what he had eaten before.
Rong Qing asked him this and he answered honestly:
"No dietary restrictions. I actually have a stronger palate and prefer spicy food, and I prefer meat dishes." He paused, feeling inexplicably embarrassed. "Also, there are sweet snacks."
Rong Qing was amused by his look, and the next moment, a small and exquisite cherry blossom-shaped snack appeared in her hand. She stood on tiptoe and fed it into his mouth. He took a bite and found it crispy. The cherry blossom filling inside burst in the cavity, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air. It was also sweet but not overly sweet, and especially delicious.
After swallowing it, she looked at Rong Qing with a lingering feeling. She smiled and pinched his cheek:
"Haven't you had enough? It seems my cooking skills are pretty good. Yes, I made a lot and I'll put them all up for you soon. Come with me to pick flowers later and we'll make some more. Now let's try which flower's dessert you like better."
A plate of exquisite dim sum was handed to him, and a sweet aroma mixed with the fragrance of flowers wafted in his face. Each dim sum was like a flower bud about to bloom, and it really looked like a work of art. He didn't know where to start.
But the taste was so tempting that he stretched out his big hand and first pinched a piece of peach blossom pastry. It was very small and delicate, and could be eaten in one bite.
Crisp, with the fragrance of peach blossoms filling her mouth as she bit into it, Jiang Zimo just looked at her dotingly: "Delicious, Qing'er has brought me so many surprises, I wonder if there is anything else that Qing'er can't do?"
Really, it really surprised him. Looking at her slender and white hands, it was hard to imagine that such beautiful hands could cook.
But at this moment, when I thought that this snack was made by her little hands, it tasted even sweeter and softer.