Meng Chuyue shook her head with a smile, "It's okay, I was planning to make extra anyway for Tong Wen and the others to eat, adding two more doesn't matter. I'm just making four dishes and one soup, it's not tiring, don't worry."
Shen Ci grinned, "…then let me help you."
Anyway, he didn't need to study.
"Sure."
Meng Chuyue really did make just four dishes and one soup.
But they were all served in bowls, one table upstairs, one table downstairs, totaling eight bowls, even though they were small.
The four dishes were steamed green beans, vinegar mixed eggplant, four-joy meatballs, and shredded pork with green peppers, while the soup was clear old duck soup.
Meng Chuyue ate downstairs. The Tong and Xia families, while eating, gave her a thumbs up with their left hands.
On the third floor, Han Muyang and Zou Xiaojun were deeply moved as they ate.
Inside, Han Muyang marveled but didn't show it externally, eating elegantly and quickly.
