After freshening up and going downstairs, I ran into Amo and Chef Zhong discussing the menu for today's lunch and dinner.
In Amo's hand was an A4 sheet of paper, pointing out guidelines, "Don't put onions in this soup; my wife doesn't like the taste of onions."
"Yes, less onions."
"Also, we should add an appetizer. Can you make Sichuan cuisine? Just don't make it too spicy."
"I can."
"Let's add Stir Fried Green Peppers. It's my wife's favorite. Use bell peppers, not spicy ones. Too spicy wouldn't be suitable for a pregnant woman."
"Okay, Young Master Yun."
"Add more vinegar, my wife likes vinegar, and use XX brand."
"Okay."
"Oh, and add a dish of Cola Chicken Wings for dinner; my daughter likes it."
"Understood, Young Master Yun."
"Alright, you can go now."
As Qiaoqiao approached Amo, Chef Zhong prepared to leave.
She warmly greeted him, "Hello."
"Hello. Thank you for your hard work." She guessed this must be the nutrition chef her mother had hired.