At the Chu family residence.
Chu Yichen went home to have dinner with his parents. Long Ting also came over. The huge dining table was filled with a spread of dishes that looked, smelled and tasted good, but no one seemed to have any appetite.
Bai Dong casually ate some porridge and put down the bowl. "Son, why don't we get Li An'an to come and be our family chef. I've been thinking of changing our menu anyway."
Long Ting almost spat out the food in his mouth. How could a famous blogger like Li An'an come here to be their family chef? Only his aunt would think of such a thing. Had she forgotten that his cousin was eying that woman covetously?
Chu Zhenting, on the other hand, had a gentle smile on his face. He didn't object to his wife's suggestion. Ever since he had tried Li An'an's cooking, he had not felt like eating anything else. Only, he had been too embarrassed to mention it.
Chu Yichen put his chopsticks down. "No way," he flatly refused.
