Pei Yan looked at the girl with her belly full of reluctance and frustration and smiled, picking up his phone, which was on the side, and fiddled with it on the screen.
She had barely taken two bites of her meal when a WeChat notification came through. Jiang Shuyao slid it open and nearly choked.
Then came the second message, after reading its content, her face turned pale in an instant.
"You better not push your luck!"
Jiang Shuyao, unable to bear it any longer, hit send and then placed her phone down on the table with a clatter, prompting her mother to turn her head and ask, "What's the matter?"
Before she could speak, Pei Yan across her finished a mouthful of crab yellow tofu flower and praised continuously, "Godmother, your cooking has improved again."
Upon hearing this, Ms. Zhu instantly perked up, "I've learned quite a few new dishes online lately. Yan comes over every Wednesday and Friday when I'm off duty, so I can cook for you guys."