In the dining room, Xiao Meier kept serving dishes non-stop, as if trying to compensate for the lull caused by Chen Cheng's absence.
"Xiao Meng, eat more of this." Xiao Meier served Meng Wanning a piece of fish and then turned to serve Mei Xiang a piece of rib, "Mei Xiang, try this."
Finally, she served herself a spoonful of He Meixiang's Mapo Tofu, "I'll also try Mei Xiang's cooking."
The three of them quietly ate the dishes in their bowls, only Xiao Meier's brow frowned slightly.
Without the spice packet, Mei Xiang's Mapo Tofu lacked some freshness and spiciness.
For someone who loves spicy food, this Mapo Tofu was barely passable to Xiao Meier.
She secretly glanced at Mei Xiang across from her, who was nibbling on rice with a look of anticipation and nervousness on her face, seemingly awaiting her feedback.
Xiao Meier felt conflicted; she didn't want to dampen Mei Xiang's enthusiasm, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything insincere.
