Zhou Yao sat across from her while Zhou Sileng sat beside Bai Qi. Bai Qi picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and placed it into Zhou Sileng's bowl, "Sileng, my culinary skills are not that good. You can eat more of whatever dishes you like. You can also tell me what dishes you like to eat. I will try my best to improve my culinary skills."
Bai Qi's culinary skills were indeed not that good, but the three dishes and one soup were not that bad. It was just that the dishes didn't look too pretty. Bai Qi was very afraid that her son would despise her.
In the past, she did not know how to cook and did not plan to cook, but now she had changed her mind. She felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction to be able to prepare a table of dishes for her son.
