"It's very pretty." Chu Molin nodded; the dish looked good, the person was even better.
"Absolutely, wait a bit, there's more to be served." Qin Xue said, lest they think that's all there was—not even enough to half-fill them.
"Why don't you all sit, and let us serve." Ye Xuan looked at the two of them; the ladies had cooked, so serving should be the gentlemen's job.
"No need, Yingying is ladling the soup, we'll be quick." Qing Zhu refused.
It's not a big deal, just a minor task, it'll be done quickly.
"Alright, take your time." Ye Xuan didn't want to say much more, letting them go ahead.
He knew very well his wife's "what I say goes" attitude, if she said no, then it indeed meant no.
So letting them handle it themselves wasn't a problem; they could manage just fine.
"You guys must be blessed, how did you marry such great women, look at this culinary skill, akin to a chef's." Qin Chuan looked at the two with envy; why wasn't he so lucky, life was just too unfair.
