"Godfather, look! Isn't it pretty?" Yukigiri flashed a grin at Li Xiang and said sweetly.
"It's beautiful. But you're even more beautiful than the flowers."
"You're very handsome too, Godfather." Yukigiri pushed the celadon bowl in front of Li Xiang. In it, a preserved plum spun as the spoon stirred the broth. It was a bowl of rice soup with a distinct Japanese character.
"Godfather, try the botan shrimp I grilled." Asatsuyu picked up a large shrimp with her chopsticks and fed it to Li Xiang.
"Delicious! You're a great cook, Asatsuyu!" Li Xiang praised her. Although Asatsuyu had only pretended to grill it for a moment at the end, that didn't stop him from complimenting her. Children needed encouragement from a young age, not to be broken down by criticism.
Sure enough, Chiba Asatsuyu immediately flushed with excitement, thinking to herself, 'When I grow up, I'll be just like Mom and make delicious food for Godfather every day.'
