Meng Yunhan looked bewildered. "I don't know either. Ever since I came back from the factory, I've noticed this. Dad, have you noticed it too? There must be some important person visiting Kyoto, right?"
Old Man Zhao, not very versed in political matters, responded upon hearing his daughter, "Maybe!"
"Dad, have you cooked the meal? I'm starving. The food at the factory can't compare to yours." Meng Yunhan wasn't lying; she had refused the canteen's food offered specifically to her before, eating the same meals as the factory workers and even serving herself in the canteen without putting on airs, making her very approachable among the factory leaders!
And Old Man Zhao's cooking skills had improved over the years, nearly rivaling those of the famous chefs in Kyoto.