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Mom Mai had the lunch ready.
So everyone gathered around the table and sat down.
Originally, Dad Mai and Mom Mai wanted Qiao Chutian to take the seat of honor, but he declined and sat next to Mai Xiaomai.
"Mr. Qiao, I know you like cleanliness, all these dishes and utensils have been newly purchased and sanitized. You can rest easy."
Mom Mai said to Qiao Chutian.
"That's really not necessary."
Qiao Chutian felt a bit embarrassed.
"It's no trouble at all. Try my cooking and see if it's good or not?"
With an expectant look on her face, Mom Mai intended to serve him, but fearing it might not suit his taste and he would dislike it, she didn't move. She just called out to him.
"Okay."
Qiao Chutian picked up the serving chopsticks in front of him, took a piece of bamboo shoot, and placed it in his own bowl. Then he switched to his personal chopsticks to pick it up and eat.
