"He specially brought a table of gourmet dishes back from Chuguo, insisting that I invite you, sir, to enjoy them together," Ye Qingyu said.
"Hahaha."
Ye Lingxiao laughed, "Treating this True Man to a meal? And it's food packed all the way from Chuguo? If he cooked it himself, maybe that'd count as some sincerity. Is Chuguo's food really so exceptional? Even the rice smells better? What a joke! There's nothing this True Man hasn't eaten—"
Ye Qingyu silently noted it down, thinking that she should ask Jiang Wang if he's skilled in cooking, perhaps it could ease the tension between him and her old father...
Amid Ye Lingxiao's unabashed mockery, she waved her hand, and the exquisite food box that had been hidden in the storage box for ages was already laid out on the table.
"But, given the young man's thoughtfulness, in An'an's honor, I should at least have a taste." Ye Lingxiao swiftly changed his tone, his actions even faster.
