"Mr. Ye, I don't know if the dishes I made are to your taste," Xia Zhiqiu said. "I remember Lulu mentioned that you like spicy food, but I didn't have time to prepare it today, and Lulu couldn't eat spicy since she was little anyway. Please take a look and eat more of whatever you like."
Ye Shaotang looked at the four dishes and one soup in front of him. If he hadn't come today, the Xia family mother and daughter probably wouldn't have prepared so much food.
"I'm fine with everything," he picked up a piece of broccoli with oyster sauce and put it in his mouth, praising it, "The flavor is great."
"Of course, my mom's cooking skills are more than enough to be a chef in a restaurant," Xia Lu laughed.
"Xia Lu is really lucky to be able to come home to such delicious meals every day after work. I'm quite envious," Ye Shaotang took the opportunity to say, "Unlike me, I don't even get a hot meal when I get home."
Xia Lu turned to look at him. "Don't you have a cook at home?"
