Yang Ye glanced around with interest, his eyes brimming with clear joy. "Not bad at all."
The tables and chairs were new, the bowls and chopsticks were fresh, and the food was different from the norm.
Qiao Xiaomai really understood his taste; the spread of meals on the table was precisely to his liking.
Usually, he feasted on a variety of expensive ingredients; seldom would he encounter dishes like pork offal, field snails, and loaches at his dining table.
Moreover, whenever he attended banquets, the host would exhaust their minds to please him with rare and expensive parts of the meal.
Such dishes full of rustic flavors, tasted once in a while, he enjoyed!
He smiled and turned to Qiao Xiaomai, "Miss Qiao, won't you sit down and join us?"
"Your Highness, I still have preparations to make for the feast outside," Qiao Xiaomai responded respectfully.
Yang Ye regretfully shook his head, "Go on then."
Qiao Xiaomai agreed and exited the room with the members of the Tong Family.