Chi Yue: "..."
Seeing the light in her mother's eyes dimming, she said softly, "That's true. They are very professional. So, let's just enjoy our meal and stop talking about things that are difficult for others. Understand?"
Yu Feng sighed, pursed her lips, and nodded.
It was clear that she was a little upset, but in front of the guest, she didn't want to be impolite. She turned her head and continued to enthusiastically urge Qiao Dongyang to eat, without bringing up the competition again.
Things took a sudden turn.
Qiao Dongyang was taken aback, his gaze landing on Chi Yue's face, he noticed a smile lingering on her lips.
That expression clearly read, "Trying to compete with me? You're still too green."
Qiao Dongyang raised an eyebrow and snorted lightly.
Yu Feng heard it and frowned slightly, "What's wrong, little brother Qiao, don't you like the lamb offal?"
