With that thought, Ye Nianbai put on a nonchalant air and stopped squabbling with his dad, instead giving him a sympathetic thumbs-up.
Si Mingjing finished the entire piece of cake and still wanted more.
There were four dishes and one soup on the dining table: crucian carp and tofu soup, chicken wings baked with salted egg yolk, cumin-roasted lamb, and garlic vermicelli steamed shrimp. These were all home-cooked dishes, but they tasted incredibly good.
Especially the crucian carp and tofu soup—the tofu was tender and fresh, and the light yet authentically flavored fish broth whetted one's appetite.
Si Mingjing praised, "The chef's skills are quite impressive."
Chef Mo Yinhe served her more food, saying, "If you like it, eat more. You need to nourish yourself well."
He had exhausted her yesterday, and Mo Yinhe's heart ached with pity.
"Mm-hmm, aren't you and the children eating?"
"We've already eaten."
