"That's right, Zhang Yu, you don't know how to cook, so just set the table! Xiao Feng, help me!" Lin Xia was indeed persuaded by Feng Tao. She knew Zhang Yu couldn't cook, so she used someone who could instead—it was more convenient.
"I can... cook!" Zhang Yu said a bit unsurely, then gave Lin Xia a weak look.
"I know you too well! Don't push yourself! Go chat with Grandma! She's really worried about Grandpa and is anxious!" Lin Xia didn't give him a chance to overexert himself, instead, she sent him to keep Grandma company.
Zhang Yu had no objections; although he couldn't stay by Lin Xia's side, nor monitor that man trying to win his girl over, keeping Grandma company was more important. He needed to talk to her and offer comfort.
In the kitchen, Feng Tao was making every effort to please his boss, striving to leave a good impression so his future career could progress smoothly.
