Mrs. Yue watched as Yan Qingsi munched on her steak relentlessly, not even stopping for a breather. In just a short while, she had already devoured half of the plate, leaving only little bones in her wake. "How long has this little slut not eaten?" Mrs. Yue thought.
Ask anyone who cooks, and the best thing that could happen is to see people thoroughly enjoy their cooking. It gives them a sense of accomplishment.
Mrs. Yue gloated to herself, thinking, "Just look at how good my cooking is, this little slut just can't get enough of it."
Feigning a look of disgust, Mrs. Yue asked, "Don't actresses like you need to follow a strict diet to keep your body in shape? Aren't you afraid of losing your job if you eat like that?"
Yan Qingsi battered her eyelids at Mrs. Yue, replying, "Don't worry aunty, I don't get fat no matter how much I eat. Moreover…with your son around, I'll never be out of job."
