Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 72

IS THAT PERSON, NI YANG?

Xiaoni?

And she's good at cooking?

Could it be Ni Yang?

Li Xianxian squinted subtly.

The good cooking skills and the surname 'Ni' made Li Xianxian unconsciously think of Ni Yang.

Thinking of Ni Yang's beautiful face, Li Xianxian felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

But didn't Li Shu say that Ni Yang had married a bachelor?

Could it be that Mu Yang is not Ni Yang at all?

Did she mistake everything from the beginning?

Li Xianxian thought until she was lost in thought.

"Xianxian, Xianxian, what are you thinking?" Old Madam Mo waved an arm before Ni Yang.

"Ah? No," Li Xianxian quickly snapped back, laughing, "Grandma, is this Xiaoni's cooking really that delicious?"

"Yes, especially that bowl of noodles, it's simply divine!" Old Madam Mo continued, "Hey, let's stop chatting, Xianxian, let's eat."

Suppressing her worries, Li Xianxian responded, "Okay, Grandma."

Immediately, a servant brought two new sets of bowls and chopsticks over.

Li Xianxian opened the thermos skillfully, laying out the food one by one, and generously served Old Madam Mo a bowl of rice porridge, praising, "It smells so good, Grandma, these must be really delicious!"

The Pan-fried Dumplings were fried to a golden brown on both sides, looking like adorable golden ingots; the mint porridge was crystal clear, pretty as agate and jade; the shredded pork with lettuce was fresh and crispy, paired with two red bell peppers, these dishes were like beautifully crafted pieces of art.

Just the sight of these dishes was a feast for the eyes. Most importantly, they emitted a captivating aroma, making one drool.

Not like other dishes that boast only appearance but lack flavor.

This is what we call a flavor that combines the essence of taste and appearance.

Gazing at these dishes, Li Xianxian was contemplative.

Ni Yang's specialty was Cantonese cuisine, she never cooked simple home dishes, and she absolutely couldn't make dumplings.

Let alone such beautiful Liao Ye dumplings...

So, this couldn't have been made by Ni Yang-

Yes, there's no way it's Ni Yang.

Ni Yang had been married off to that old bachelor a long time ago!

She might even be suffering now.

At this thought, Li Xianxian felt considerably relieved.

As Old Madam Mo eyed the dishes, she couldn't help but swallow, picked up a pair of chopsticks and said, "Xianxian, let's eat quickly before it gets cold."

Li Xianxian nodded, picked up a pair of chopsticks obediently, and only after Old Madam Mo had taken the first bite, did she mechanically follow suit by taking a bite of the Pan-fried Dumpling.

The frying of the dumpling was well controlled, crispy on the outside, while soft on the inside. After one bite, a splash of sour and spicy soup exploded from within, filling her mouth with a delicious tart, spicy, and savory combination.

The lettuce was crispy and refreshing, delicate and tasty, pairing very nicely with the dumpling and creating two different types of sensory experiences. It was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating.