Before long, the kitchen sent across several more dishes. Huo Yao unhurriedly folded her assignment and put it aside.
Only then did Old Mr. Yi notice that Huo Yao was dressed in the No.1 Middle School uniform. He could not help asking her. "Are you studying at the No.1 Middle School?"
Huo Yao nodded.
"Miss Huo is a senior this year, so she doesn't have time for anything else other than school," explained Zhuo Yun in a deliberate tone.
Old Mr. Yi suddenly realized why the young lady had rejected his offer so directly. He smiled and said, "I get it. I get it. You're a senior. Since you're at the turning point of your life, you should focus on your studies."
He paused and said, "I have a grandson studying in No.1 Middle School. I asked him to learn how to make medicinal cuisine from me, but he's also not interested."
"He's still young and wants to have fun," said Zhuo Yun with a smile.
"Exactly," sighed Old Mr. Yi.
