Xie Jiuhan was in a bad mood. Feng Qing realized that the food in her bowl was actually increasing the more she ate. Layers of delicacies covered the white rice in her small bowl, piled up like a small mountain.
Han Jintian looked at Feng Qing's small bowl and couldn't help but say, "Do you usually like these dishes?"
Feng Qing took a sip of peach juice and said, "Our chef usually makes ten dishes for every meal. He will make five each of Little Jiu Jiu and my favorite dishes, plus a portion of soup and a portion of dessert. Moreover, there would not be a single same dish. Thinking about it, these dishes at noon today are basically what I like to eat. This situation is usually instructed by Little Jiu Jiu specially to the kitchen."
