The Ning Family finally calmed down.
After lunch, Ning Yibin went to rest. Qin Jian went back upstairs to look after the children, leaving An Hao and Lin Qiushu some time alone.
Zhang Yun, who couldn't sleep just after eating lunch, took some yarn and started to knit sweaters for the two children in the living room, preparing them for future use.
"How was it? Did you enjoy the lunch? How's my cooking?" An Hao brewed a pot of tea for everyone to help with the post-meal greasiness.
"The taste is beyond reproach! Your cooking skills are really amazing! I must seriously learn from you later on, so that I won't starve when I live on my own." Lin Qiushu praised, "I really do want to pull you into Nanguofeng to be my head chef. Your culinary skills are not ordinary at all!"
"Forget it. If I become your head chef, I bet all the customers at Nanguofeng would run off."
