Qiao Xiaomai blinked, somewhat disbelieving, "The princess...she really left?"
"Of course, don't worry, she won't come to bother you." Yang Ye waved his hand and turned his eyes to the stove, his normally sharp eyes curved into a crescent, "Come, let's talk about the food you cooked just now."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai followed his gaze to the stove.
Of the four dishes, one soup, and one dessert, only some Braised Pork remained, the rest all gone.
Yang Ye walked over carelessly, picked up a plate, and scooped all the dozens of pieces of Braised Pork into it. He then jumped down from the elevated platform, "Come, let's talk in my courtyard."
"Your little lover can come too."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai looked up at Tong Sanlang.
Tong Sanlang was also looking at her, expression calm, but his eyes conveyed a clear message - wherever she went, he would follow.
Licking her lips, Qiao Xiaomai said, "Let's go together."
Tong Sanlang hummed in response.
