In the end, Chi Shuyan didn't get Chef Li to send food over. Firstly, this man's eyes were too intimidating. Secondly, this man was kind enough to cook for her. If she got Chef Li to send food over, wouldn't that be worse than splashing cold water on him?
It was just eating "poison" occasionally. If it was really bad, she could simply go back to her room and refine a few Fasting Pills right away before swallowing one.
Chi Shuyan waited anxiously in the living room. The man was quick. In half an hour, he had already prepared three dishes and a soup: stir-fried meat with green peppers, stir-fried tomato and eggs, steamed fish, and seaweed egg soup. Further, they looked and smelled good.
Chi Shuyan, who hadn't had an appetite earlier because of her nerves, was overjoyed when she saw the dishes on the table. While the man was taking off the apron, she ladled out some rice, only realizing now that he had cooked not only porridge, but also spirit rice.
