Everyone thoroughly enjoyed lunch. Li Xiu's cooking was just too good. Watching Zhou Lian eat two flatbreads, everyone understood. No wonder she was so fair and plump now. In the past, she could manage one flatbread only if there was a dish she particularly liked. In all these years, they had never seen her eat two flatbreads in a single meal. Li Xiu truly doted on her.
There had been five fish, each over three pounds. Li Xiu had picked the heaviest one and made sour bamboo shoot fish just for Zhou Lian, along with sweet and sour pork ribs and a bowl of spinach and egg drop soup. When the dishes were first brought to the table, Second Brother Zhou and Third Brother Zhou's mouths twitched. Even at his in-laws' house, Li Xiu would make a special meal just for their second sister; one could only imagine what it was like at home. And sure enough, watching their sister eat the dishes placed in front of her without a change in expression, it was clear she was used to it.
