As for Mrs. Wang, Zhuang Qingning knew she was no pushover and she had her reservations about her. It was likely that she might make some remarks about Zhuang Wencheng.
But if she refused outright, it would make her appear excessively suspicious.
"Even though Aunt Wang's cooking isn't the best, the meat stewed by her is still edible. Don't be picky, Miss Zhuang. I will deliver it to your house later after it's done here," came a voice.
Just as Zhuang Qingning was hesitating, a voice suddenly spoke up next to her.
Zhuang Qingning looked up and saw a beaming Mrs. Wang.
"Aunt Wang?" Zhuang Qingning was intrigued to see Mrs. Wang, especially such a cheerful one.
"I suddenly remembered something I needed to tell Wencheng, so I came here to find him." Mrs. Wang said with a radiant smile, "Just ran into you here, Miss Zhuang. I thought I'd let you know about the stewed meat for lunch, so you don't have to cook extra meals at home."