The white-haired woman had a mysterious gaze, and Qin Tian couldn't read any expressions from her. He just knew that this beautiful woman was unfathomable and definitely not simple.
"Oh, my ancestors were chefs, and I learned from my family."
Qin Tian continued to use the lie he had told Feili Xue.
The white-haired woman didn't seem suspicious and said, "Then I'll trouble you. Xiaoli, go help Mr. Qin Tian well."
"Yes."
Xiaoli was very respectful in front of the white-haired woman.
After that, the white-haired woman didn't speak anymore, taking Feili Xue to the living room, while Qin Tian followed Xiaoli to the kitchen to start his busy work.
As dusk fell, Feili Xue's courtyard gradually became lively, with three groups of guests arriving.
Qin Tian vaguely heard the voices from outside while in the kitchen, feeling a bit curious about what kind of people could come to see the white-haired woman.
