In the pavilion on the left, Yang Feiling's initial uneasiness and awkwardness gradually dissipated, and he began to interact with Dong Cong. With Yang Feiling's deliberate catering, Dong Cong's favor towards him gradually warmed up.

"Auntie, help me pick up a meatball." Little foodie Dong Cong couldn't hold the meatballs in the pot.

In this pavilion, only Dong Cong and Qingfeng were willing to talk to him. Yang Feiling gradually became comfortable in the interaction with the two children.

On the left side of the pavilion, there are two pots, a spicy pot and a mushroom soup pot. It was the first time that Yang Feiling tasted this unique antique soup, and he was amazed by its deliciousness.

No wonder the Dong family and the Qian family next door are obsessed with the antique soup. It turns out that this way of eating it is so delicious.

At this time, Yang Feiling was eating the various ingredients cooked in the antique soup with big mouthfuls. After the natural disaster, he had not eaten good food for a long time, let alone such a delicious antique soup.

Yang Feiling had long forgotten the original purpose of his visit to the Dong family. No matter how important the matter was, he had to wait until he had eaten and drunk his fill before discussing it.

In the pavilion on the right, the atmosphere is even more harmonious.

After Dong Nianmei's initial anger, she gradually calmed down because she was worried about her family's concern and focused on enjoying the food in front of her.

Only Liu Hongya could not attract such tempting food. Her eyes always drifted to the pavilion on the left and stayed on Yang Feiling.

Today, Yang Feiling was wearing a green gown, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, like a flowing landscape painting. A few elegant bamboo leaves were embroidered on the gown, adding a touch of the elegant temperament of a scholar.

He wore a plain silk ribbon around his waist, which was simple yet elegant. He wore a pair of boots with slightly raised toes, which made him look more elegant.

Such grace made Liu Hongya fall in love with her.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, thinking how great it would be if the person she married was Yang Feiling. She would be willing even if she had to be his concubine.

Liu Hongya's abnormal behavior attracted Qian Chunhua's attention. She followed Liu Hongya's gaze and saw Yang Feiling.

Qian Chunhua's face suddenly darkened. Could it be that Liu Hongya had taken a fancy to Yang Feiling, that hypocritical guy? Did she forget that she was already married?

Qian Chunhua could tolerate Liu Hongya making some mistakes due to her young age, but he could not tolerate her infidelity in marriage and cheating on her brother.

If she insisted on having her own way, Qian Chunhua would not mind others saying that she was interfering in her mother's family affairs, and would also separate her brother from him.

Qian Chunhua's gaze also caught Qian Qi's attention. She also saw Liu Hongya's performance. She saw Liu Hongya secretly looking at Yang Feiling from time to time, and a shy blush immediately appeared on her face. Then she lowered her head, like a girl who had just tasted love for the first time.

Qian Li frowned and shook his head slightly at his daughter, signaling her not to get angry and to talk about it at home if there was anything.

Qian Chunhua also knew that there was nothing she could do in the Dong family.

She ate the mutton silently. The mutton hotpot, which was her favorite in the past, now tasted like chewing wax in her mouth.

Old Madam Dong tasted the antique soup for the first time. Although she was disturbed by Yang Feiling before, her mood gradually recovered.

Since my daughter has decided to part ways with him, why bother with such trivial matters?

Yang Feiling soon became a stranger to him.

Once people figured it out, their mood gradually improved. Mrs. Dong began to have a great appetite. Although she was in her twenties, she was still in good health, had strong teeth, and especially loved spicy food.

She ate the spicy hotpot and praised it highly, which was very different from her reserved image in her daily life.

"Chunhua, this spicy hot pot is truly a delicacy." Old Madam Dong exclaimed.

Qian Chunhua noticed that the mutton slices were already cooked, so he reminded her to take them out in time to prevent them from becoming tough.

"Auntie, the mutton is ready to be eaten." Qian Chunhua said.

Madam Dong tasted it and nodded with satisfaction: "It's really good. Chunhua, the taste of this antique soup, if you open a restaurant specializing in this delicacy, business will definitely be prosperous."