Yang Wanmeng did not truly understand the underlying meaning of Meng Xiangzi's words.
She quickly grabbed Meng Xiangzi's hand and said, "How could that be okay? Xiangzi, it's your first time coming to our house for dinner; we have to make it grand!
Besides, it's all ready-made stuff anyway! I fried three dishes; just don't criticize how my husband cooked them!"
Meng Xiangzi cursed her for her foolishness inwardly, but still maintained a smile on her face, "Wanmeng! How could I possibly criticize? As soon as I walked in the door, I smelled the delicious food; the dishes Nie made must be delicious!
However, I just think that since it's just the three of us, making a whole table full of dishes seems a bit wasteful!"
It was her first visit, and naturally, some things could not be said too bluntly.
Besides, how could she start talking about Lu Zheng and the others?
Wouldn't that reveal her own thoughts?
Nie Siming's eyes lit up as he looked intently at Yang Wanmeng.
