In the hotel's kitchen, everything was available, but Meng Xi'er could only make a few home-cooked dishes. She made scrambled egg fried rice, tomato and egg soup, Coca-Cola chicken wings, and a plate of chives scrambled with eggs.
When Meng Xi'er brought out these dishes, Lu Yebai's face darkened.
"Do you think you're feeding pigs?" His face was full of disgust, "Even pigs wouldn't eat this!"
Meng Xi'er's face also darkened.
Was he calling her precious Meng Zichen a pig? Her baby ate these dishes happily!
"Eat it or leave it!" Meng Xi'er became furious, grabbed the dinner plate and glared at Lu Yebai, "If you are capable, cook your own food! Who asked you to not bring your own chef and just stand here picking faults!"
"Miss Meng!" Lu Yebai's expression was not amiable, "Is this how you treat your guests?"
"My guest doesn't act like a guest," Meng Xi'er clutched the dinner plate and was about to leave, "Besides, I am not the host. If you don't eat, I'll eat it myself!"
