"Mother, do you know what flavor Dad likes?" Chu Ziluo, pleased that her father was cooperating, eagerly continued to engage with her mother.
Ye Muyu raised an eyebrow, "He likes them all."
This answer was too vague, almost as if she hadn't answered at all.
Feeling outmaneuvered, Chu Ziluo gave Chu Heng a toothy, silent "I did my best," not daring to provoke further and gave up.
Chu Heng glanced at the busy Ye Muyu and found a stool to sit on nearby, unable to be of much help, he silently waited for her to finish a dish before placing a portion in the food box.
There were three food boxes in total.
Zhao Qingqing's was separate from Elder Master Zhao's.
Another portion was separately packed for the family going to the manor.
By the time Ye Muyu had finished all the dishes, it was already an hour and a half later.
