Xiaofeng had no choice but to accept the order and drink it down.
Prime Minister Gao's cooking skills were truly unmatched. It had been a while since he had tasted the old master's cooking, so he ate quite a bit more.
Yan Junmei also felt a bit full tonight.
Ye Cheng was fine though, over the past three years, it was basically his grandfather who cooked. When it came down to it, he was the one who benefited most from his grandfather's culinary skills.
When they returned to their small courtyard, Xiaofeng touched the Silver Lock in Dabao's hand, "Have you ever asked Grandpa if it's suitable for you to have children now?"
"Did my mom say something to you?"
"Mom said she hopes I can have a child with you, I can understand her feelings." It seemed that Ye Cheng had perhaps made his health issues sound worse than they were.
If that had not been the case, Yan Junmei would not have been so teary every time the topic of children came up.
