Ming nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this. "Oh, right. What's for dinner tonight? It's not spicy food again, is it?"
"No. You previously gave special instructions. They have to listen to you," Xian Fan said.
Ming Liuyi got curious and went to take a look. At just a glance, she immediately felt like scolding someone. The dishes were indeed no longer spicy, but aside from the highly suspicious walnut congee, all the other dishes were not suitable for patients. There was grilled lamb chop, claypot seafood with tofu, and even the vegetable dish was stir-fried red shrimp with Chinese chives…
These dishes were definitely not meant for Yao Zizhou, but even if she were to eat them, there was no way her stomach could digest it properly. Ming Liuyi felt her temper rise. She turned and stormed downstairs.
"Who made the dishes today?"
The chef stepped forward in response.
