Chu Dazhuang and his friends surrounded the table, looking at the dark dishes on it with some difficulty.
The only thing Chu Dazhuang could clearly make out on the table was the plates that held the food.
Yang Mi held chopsticks and bowls in her hands, distributing them to Chu Dazhuang and the others.
"Come on, eat."
Yang Mi, brimming with enthusiasm, said after dividing the utensils, noticing Chu Dazhuang and Sun Yulan's hesitation, she smiled and spoke up.
"Why aren't you guys eating?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Dazhuang's face was immediately covered in embarrassment. He turned his head to look at Yang Mi, then incredulously back at the dishes on the table.
"You mean..."
"These things, they're all dishes you made?"
Chu Dazhuang frowned, trying his best to keep smiling, but deep in his eyes, he was unsure, as if what Yang Mi had made wasn't food but just scraped off the bottom of the pot.
"Yeah."
