Over half an hour had passed, and finally, under the bustling management of Li Dazhu with his rough voice, the dishes were served.
Wang Shufen did not make many dishes.
In fact, in Wang Shufen's hands, there was no surplus money to buy other ingredients.
There were six dishes in total: stir-fried green peppers with shredded potatoes, beer-braised carp, spicy stir-fried green beans, a roasted duck, wild greens with dipping sauce, and finally, steamed egg custard.
Looking at these dishes, Ye Ling was somewhat stunned.
Logically, if it were just Li Dazhu and himself, it would have been fine, but Shen Yuexin was also present.
These dishes hardly seemed fit for serving guests.
Ye Ling could deeply understand the kind of life his mother was living.
"Mom, come with me to Donghai," Ye Ling suddenly said.
Wang Shufen paused, then smiled, "Is my son doing well in Donghai? You haven't called me these past few days, and I've been wanting to know how you're doing over there."