In whispers of warmth, a bowl of chicken noodle soup simmered until eleven o'clock when it was finally ready. Gu Xu filled a big bowl, took two pairs of chopsticks, and they sat on opposite sides of the dining table, heads close together, sharing the hot noodles.
"It's really delicious. I didn't expect you to have such culinary skills."
Eating the chicken noodles, Huo Sining couldn't help but give a thumbs-up in praise. Gu Xu smiled, showing a rare trace of pride on his face: "Back in the army, when I craved something, I'd often make something myself to satisfy the craving, and that's how I honed my cooking skills. It's just a pity that the ingredients at home aren't complete; otherwise, I could have made you a few more of my special dishes."
