Uncle Fu really put thought into this midday meal.
In the past, when the two families were close friends, Yang Xiaoyun had often eaten at Ziyang Escort Agency. Uncle Fu knew exactly what she liked and disliked.
This table was almost entirely catered to Yang Xiaoyun's tastes.
Yang Xiaoyun couldn't stop praising, continuously complimenting Uncle Fu's impressive cooking skills.
Uncle Fu, with a broad grin showing his teeth but not his eyes, spoke from behind Su Mo:
"Miss Yun, if you like it, you should come more often. I'll cook delicious food for you."
"Uh-huh."
Yang Xiaoyun nodded repeatedly, "Uncle Fu, there's no need for 'next time.' For the coming period, I plan to stay at Ziyang Escort Agency and not leave."
"Ah?"
Uncle Fu was startled and instinctively glanced at Su Mo.
Su Mo coughed once, "Sister Yun, we should discuss this matter further."
"Discuss what? Why does everything need to be discussed at length? Can you not just be straightforward?"