Jiang Yingyue had never before encountered such an energetic woman before, and she was at a loss for what to do or say.
She just stood there blankly staring at the mature woman, her eyes wide open and her jaw had dropped.
The ladle in her hand reminded her that she was, in fact, in the middle of cooking dinner, and seeing that this woman had gotten past the bodyguards, she was likely someone familiar with Han Qingshan.
"Please come in." Jiang Yingyue invited her inside, and hurried back to the kitchen to make sure that the food did not burn.
As soon as the woman entered the condo, that usually was rather cold and lifeless, she was greeted by a scent of delicious food, and everything seemed much more homey.
She followed Jiang Yingyue into the kitchen, and her eyes opened wide when she noticed that Jiang Yingyue was cooking a great feast. Drool almost fell from her mouth as she imagined their taste; the scent alone was heavenly.
