At noon, Zhao Huimin and Han Yichen prepared a rich lunch for Ye Tian.
There were garlic Australian lobsters, braised eels, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried lettuce, and old hen soup. Of course, all these were made by Huimin, with Han Yichen just helping out on the side.
At the dining table, Ye Tian and Han Yichen devoured the food voraciously, quickly leaving nothing behind.
"Wow, that was delicious, Huimin. Your cooking skills are amazing, even better than my family's head chef!"
Han Yichen patted her slightly bulging belly, lain back in her chair and squinted her eyes with a face full of bliss.
This was the tastiest meal she had in these past few days.
Ye Tian lay back in his chair, let out a satisfied burp, and then turned to Han Yichen, saying, "As my maid, you ought to learn cooking properly from Huimin. When she's not here, you'll be the head chef at home!"
"Why don't you cook yourself if you have so many criticisms!"