Seeing Ye Chen's pained expression, Lin Wanrou felt a warmth in her heart.
She quickly said, "Young master, I feel a bit chubby, so I'm trying to lose some weight."
Ye Chen said nothing; he knew Lin Wanrou was saying this to comfort him.
"Young master, the food is going to get cold, let's hurry and eat." Lin Wanrou said with a smile.
Ye Chen looked at the table, filled with dishes he loved: sweet and sour ribs, steamed bass, braised beef, fish-flavored shredded chicken, cumin lamb, and garlic vermicelli shrimp.
As a girl, Lin Wanrou loved vegetables, but there wasn't a single vegetarian dish on the table.
Seeing Ye Chen hesitate to pick up his chopsticks, Lin Wanrou thought that he didn't like the food and quickly said, "Young master, is the food not to your taste? I should have called you to ask earlier."
"No, Wanrou, these are all my favorites. I just feel guilty that you cooked so many dishes, and none of them are ones you like." Ye Chen replied.
