"Yes." Tie Shan glanced at Ye Jiuliang, feeling a premonition that the old man might end up eating humble pie here all day today.
As soon as Tie Shan left, the elder Mr. Li hurried to catch up with Ye Jiuliang's pace, walking ahead of her to enter the dining room first.
Ye Jiuliang shook her head helplessly, childish.
The dining table was set with four dishes and a soup, complete with colors, fragrances, and flavors, including Ye Jiuliang's favorite fried chicken drumsticks.
The elder Mr. Li was not shy either, he directly pulled out a chair and sat down.
Looking at the steaming dishes on the table, his face, usually stern, revealed a hint of a smile.
This darn kid's cooking skills are indeed not bad.
Suddenly, his stomach inappropriately growled.
Ye Jiuliang turned her eyes to the elder Mr. Li, meeting the teasing smile in his gaze, which annoyed him.
"Is it wrong for an old man to get hungry?"
Ye Jiuliang nodded, "I haven't said anything, what are you rushing for?"