All the little ones gathered around and took their seats by the dining table.
By this time, Shen Yibo had completely ignored Han Jiangxue, who was standing by; his eyes were fixed only on Ye Zhenzhen and the deliciously sizzling pork belly roasting on the rack.
After serving out the soup, Lin Qianqian called Han Jiangxue to sit down, "Xiao Xue, you're here! We were just saying we'd call you when dinner was ready. Come and try the soup I've made."
Han Jiangxue nodded, "Okay, it looks like it will be tasty."
The soup that Lin Qianqian had made was a milky white color, which, compared to the clear soup she made at noon, indeed looked much prettier.
Han Jiangxue didn't sit anywhere else, but right beside Ye Zhenzhen, "Zhenzhen, let me help you."
Ye Zhenzhen placed the first batch of cooked meat into a plate, looked up at Han Jiangxue, and passed her the tongs, "Okay, then will you do the grilling?"
Han Jiangxue: ...