A table full of dishes accompanied by steaming hot porridge was set on the small table. As a breakfast, it was somewhat excessively lavish, but Jing Yuan seemed to have vented all her emotions in the kitchen. These dishes were simply the by-product of her venting, so even though she knew that these few people wouldn't be able to eat much, she still prepared a full table.
"Sister, I'm telling the truth. Whichever man marries you is really lucky," Jing Yun said while chewing on ribs with her words muffled, "Even though you're clumsy, silly, and not very useful, you're pretty, your cooking is delicious, and your chest is plump, feeling soft to the touch."
"Shut up and eat." Jing Yuan, having vented earlier, obviously felt much better, "What does senior want to do later?"
