"Miss, I'll go prepare for the general. It's been hard on you to take care of the Third Young Master. I'll do it." Zi Yun tried her best to be tactful.
Shen Yaowei shook her head firmly. "It's different, Zi Yun. Father will definitely be happier if he can eat the delicacies I made myself."
A drop of cold sweat trickled down Zi Yun's forehead as she thought of the last time the General ate a ball of black mashed potatoes made by Shen Yaowei and immediately went to the toilet. He had diarrhea and had to be helped out by the servants.
However, seeing how confident Shen Yaowei was, she could not say anything. She could only pray for the general in her heart.
Not long after Shen Yaowei went to the kitchen, the news reached the backyard.
After receiving this news, Song Lingyun hurriedly went to Yu Linlang's room.
