"Alright."
While they were eating, Chen Yan and Dou Wenjing arrived.
As soon as Shen Baobao saw Yan Jie, she asked:
"Yan Bao, your 30th birthday is this weekend. What do you feel like eating? As the head chef, I'll satisfy all your requests."
Chen Yan looked at the dishes on the table, filled a bowl with rice, and sat down to eat.
She picked up a large chopstick-full of tofu skin drenched in red oil from the pot of boiling chicken liver and placed it in her bowl. After taking a big bite, she said:
"Anything's fine. Ever since I got a boyfriend, I don't really care about these things anymore. But you did promise me that you'd make Qingshui Furong. Ren Jie hasn't seen it yet."
"Tsk tsk tsk, you're not even engaged and he's already 'your family'? He's so busy, he might not have time to attend your birthday party."
