Unfortunately, Jiangli wouldn't reply to the messages.
They could only wait for Xia Xin to come back.
Fortunately, this matter wasn't urgent.
Jiangli glanced at it and, seeing nothing urgent, put away his phone.
Before long, Xia Xin had called Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe to help, and a group of them set out a table of dishes in the side hall.
Although they were all simple home-cooked dishes, they had taken Xia Xin quite a bit of effort.
And Xia Xin's cooking skills were truly good.
A table full of dishes, very appetizing.
Even the ever-picky Jiangli couldn't find any faults.
The few of them certainly ate to their hearts' content.
Standing to one side, unable to eat, was Fu'er, whose mouth was almost watering.
But aside from Jiangli, not a single person could see how eager he was for a taste of the food, to throw him a morsel.
And Jiangli, even when seeing, acted as if he had seen nothing.
