If Jiajia was around, Zhai Hua would rather hire someone to prepare a table full of dishes than cook herself. If Jiajia wasn't around, she would order takeout, which was more convenient.
Jiajia didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what Zhai Hua did.
If there was something delicious, who would be willing to torture one's mouth and insist on eating food that wasn't delicious?
Furthermore, Jiajia also knew what her biological mother liked to do.
She had already gotten a divorce and just didn't like to enter the kitchen. That was nothing, as long as Zhai Hua was living happily.
Jiajia wasn't picky. Zhai Hua had nothing else to think about. Her old age made it unsuitable for her to return to the army. She might as well do business with her childhood friends and be a rich second-generation heir so that she could earn more money for Jiajia's dowry. The mother-daughter pair led a comfortable and casual lifestyle.
