The sun gradually dipped below the horizon, and the light in the kitchen dimmed significantly. Lu Jingchen did not seem to have any intention of leaving immediately. Ning Meng looked at the ingredients on the kitchen counter—the ones Lu Jingchen had ravaged all afternoon, yet were somehow still "salvageable"—and rubbed her chin.
[Not wasting food is a traditional virtue of the Chinese people.]
[Turning decay into something miraculous isn't impossible, either!]
She cleared her throat and asked with a hint of tentativeness, "Teacher Lu, why don't you... stay for a simple home-cooked meal?"
Chapter 132