Michelin Star Chef

Ye Anqi raised an eyebrow, "What's good about it? I spent the entire evening on edge, and it's quite lucky that I haven't gone mad."

Indeed, a lot had happened last night.

It was as if Ya Shitian had no idea that he was the instigator of last night's events.

"Tonight, I'll make sure you rest well," he said in a gentle tone.

"Thanks for that," she replied.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"I am rather famished," she admitted.

Ya Shitian, with his arm around her, walked her toward the dining room, "Let's go, it's time to eat."

The two of them talked and laughed, seeming to have forgotten everything from yesterday.

The servants set the table with a feast.

Each dish was meticulously prepared, served in silver utensils, exquisite and appetizing, which stimulated one's appetite immensely.

After tasting a few bites, Ye Anqi felt that the most delicious food in the world was just so-so.

A smile played on the corners of Ya Shitian's lips, "Do you like it?"

"It's very tasty," she said.