She's cooking?
Meng Xi'er looked at Lu Yebai who was sitting at the dining table, his eyebrows furrowed in disgust, his plate untouched.
She remembered that the chefs in his home were from Michelin-starred hotels in France, no wonder he was picky about the food cooked by the town's chefs.
Meng Xi'er braced herself and walked over. Arriving next to Lu Yebai, she asked respectfully, "Mr. Lu, is there anything about the food you're not satisfied with?"
Lu Yebai glanced at her, "Absolutely everything."
Meng Xi'er clenched her fingers, suppressing her anger, "The food here is all brought up by the villagers from the sea. Whether it's the caviar or the sashimi, it's the freshest. You might want to give it a try."
Lu Yebai arched his eyebrows at her, grinning sarcastically, "Are you implying that what I've been eating isn't as fresh as this? I've eaten better ingredients than you've ever seen," He threw his fork and knife down on the table, declaring coldly, "Not eating!"
