Shen Ruo quickly shook her head, "Uncle Ye, please don't say that, it's I who should feel embarrassed, it's I who have disturbed you."
Ye Huanan smiled faintly and gestured with his hand in invitation, "The chef prepared these dishes with great care, Miss Shen, please try them and see if they suit your taste."
Shen Ruo scooped up a piece of tofu and put it into her mouth, finding it fragrant, smooth, and tender, quite delicious. She nodded with satisfaction, somewhat vaguely, "It's very tasty, so delicious."
"If Miss Shen likes it, then please have some more."
"Uncle Ye, please eat too."
"Alright." Ye Huanan smiled lightly but didn't pick up his chopsticks; instead, he just quietly watched Shen Ruo.
She resembled her mother so much, even the way she smiled was very similar; looking at her made one feel very comfortable, very reassured.
