Nighttime
A few people returned to the villa. Li Zimeng had also come back, and the auntie had already prepared the food.
Don't be fooled by their slender figures—each of them could eat more than the other.
To prevent them from gaining weight, the chef had really put effort into the meals.
All the dishes were low-fat but tasted great as substitutes.
The villa now employed nine staff members solely to serve them.
There were three cooks just for meals, and if all eleven people returned, the auntie would be overwhelmed.
They ate too much.
"Wow! This thing that tastes like meat—is it made of tofu?" Qiqi asked as she stuffed her mouth, speaking with some difficulty.
"No, it seems to be made from the sap of a certain tree in South America, solidified," Li Zimeng replied with elegance.
"Zimeng, you really know a lot—worthy of being a noble from Thailand," Zhang Zijing said, busily devouring the food.
