Chapter 87 Not a Warm Man_1

"Let's eat." The moment the food was ready, Meng Yunhan called them to eat.

The dishes on the table were ordinary, but Meng Yunhan had prepared them meticulously.

Yun Hao had missed these familiar dishes enormously.

Ever since he tasted his wife's cooking, he hadn't paid much attention to the canteen food.

"Girl, your cooking skills are pretty good," Elder Zhao commented with satisfaction.

"Well, Uncle, please eat more." Meng Yunhan spoke out, then realized her words were presumptuous. Feeling awkward, she didn't know what more to say.

"My dear, try to visit me more often when you're free," Elder Zhao expressed fondness for her, regarding her like his own daughter, wishing she would visit more often.

"Sure." Unintentionally, she had learned from Elder Zhao that his son had died in a war, and not long after, his wife passed away from the grief of losing their son, leaving him to work in a waste collection station.