Zhao Qingqing ate with the patriarch every day, and her palate had been completely spoiled by Ye Muyu's cooking.
Zhao Qingqing was fine, as the portion was enough for her, but the patriarch could not say the same. After finishing a dish cooked by Ye Muyu, eating the same dish prepared by their own kitchen maid just didn't taste right somehow. However, they couldn't simply use Ye Muyu as a kitchen maid, so they had no choice but to wait patiently for lunch each day, and they eventually got accustomed to this routine.
Zhao Qingqing hugged her arm and acted playfully, "That's not true, Sister Ye, you don't know how good your cooking is. I simply adore the dishes you make. If I can't eat your food for a day, I can't sleep!"
"Sister Ye, please accept it. I want to stay at your home for lunch today, is that okay?" Zhao Qingqing's eyes were filled with twinkling stars, and she asked with great anticipation.