Yang Hao sat next to Yang Zheng, affectionately watching him, his face wearing a gentle smile, "How about it? Didn't Daddy tell you the truth? Isn't your master's wife's cooking truly unparalleled?"
"Mmm mmm mmm!" Yang Zheng was gnawing on a bone, too busy to speak, and could only nod vigorously to express his satisfaction.
Feng Huihui sat on the other side of Yang Zheng. She had also eaten a bit too much this meal.
She finally understood why Yang Wenxiao valued Qiao Xiaomai so much. With these culinary skills, no matter where she went, people would appreciate her.
With such great skills, Yang Zheng definitely ate better than when he was in the Palace.
But, the thought of letting Yang Zheng live alone in the manor... she really couldn't bear it...
Yang Zheng was unaware of his mother's thoughts. He was enjoying his meat, his mouth stuffed full, but he was still trying to speak, "Master's wife, so many pigs, is it okay if we butcher one every day?"
