Xu Yun and Xino went downstairs.
Led by the housekeeper, they all arrived at the dining room.
Cheng Yuelan smiled and gestured for them to sit.
The table was laden with a sumptuous feast—at least a dozen dishes.
However, these weren't exotic delicacies, but all home-cooked dishes.
Cheng Yuelan knew that someone like Xu Yun must often eat things like abalone and king crab—luxuries to ordinary people—so she had deliberately prepared this instead.
Besides, she wasn't a professional chef, nor had she ever specifically learned how. She couldn't have made those complex restaurant-style signature dishes even if she'd wanted to.
Since they were eating at home, it ought to be home cooking.
This way, it seemed warmer and more sincere.
"Xu Yun,"
Cheng Yuelan said, "This is your first time visiting, and I only know how to make these simple home-cooked dishes. I hope you don't mind."
"Auntie, this all looks delicious."
"Of course it is."
