This way, it wasn't made just for Ya Shitian alone.
As for whether they would eat it or not, she didn't care at all.
Ye Rumeng had the maid take the food to Ya Shitian, but she didn't go herself, and the food was quickly returned.
The maid said, "Sir Ya said he doesn't like noodles, and asked Miss Rumeng to make a new batch of dumplings."
Ye Rumeng: "..."
She really wanted to throw the entire bowl of noodles in Ya Shitian's face!
"I don't know how to make dumplings, let one of you make them for him."
The maid hesitated, "But Sir Ya said he would only eat the ones you make, and he also asked you to bring them up..."
"Enough!" Ye Rumeng's face turned ugly, "Who does he think he is to command me!"
The maid shrank her neck, "Sir Ya also said, let you hurry up... he... he's hungry..."
Ye Rumeng took a deep breath, suppressing the surge of anger in her heart, "Since Sir Ya holds my culinary skills in such high esteem, I will embarrass myself once more."
