At the side hall, the dishes were all brought out from the two food boxes, eight neatly arranged dishes and one soup with vibrant colors, tempting to the palate.
However—
"Master, Madam!" Mrs. Gui sighed softly, "These dishes have gotten a bit cold, it might be easy to upset the stomach if eaten. How about I take them to the kitchen to be reheated?"
Third Madam Shi frowned and said, "Didn't they put hot water in the food box for insulation?"
Mrs. Gui hurriedly replied, "They did, but maybe it took too long to deliver. I just tested it, and the water is not hot anymore."
Upon checking, Third Madam Shi indeed found the dishes had lost their steam, and touching the edges of the plates and bowls, they were lukewarm.
"Forget it! You all take these dishes and share them! Reheating them now won't be good! Just get someone to make us a bowl of noodles!" Third Madam Shi sighed.
