Meng Yunhan declined, "Dad, this isn't about cooking for a handful of people, but for a few dozen. What if you tire yourself out, what will happen to little Huzi?"
"Grandpa...." Little Huzi, who was playing, turned around and muttered to Old Zhao when he heard his mother calling his name.
"We need two cooks. Take a look and see if there's anyone suitable. If not, I'll ask Ahao if there's anyone among the fifty men who can cook."
Old Zhao agreed to this, "Let me check."
Once the buns, bread, and rice were ready, they each grabbed a porcelain bowl and started lining up for food.
"There's plenty in the pot, help yourself." Meng Yunhan knew how much a man could eat, and she was afraid they might save up, unwilling to eat their fill.
"Listen to your sister-in-law." Yun Hao also knew that these people, out of respect for him, wouldn't say anything, but it would take time for them to truly obey his wife.
"Yes."
