Lin Xiaoyu stomped her foot, only able to forcefully suppress the anger in her heart and return to her seat to eat.
Throughout the entire meal, she was constantly looking for faults, wanting to catch Ye Qingci making a mistake and humiliate her thoroughly.
However, Ye Qingci was elegant and composed, her every word and action exuding a noble and graceful beauty, not giving Lin Xiaoyu a single point of criticism to latch onto.
Unable to find a fault with Ye Qingci, her mood was terrible, complaining at one moment that the vegetables were too salty, then that the soup was too hot, then again that the attitude of the waitstaff was poor, insisting everything here was far inferior to Yan City, infuriating Lin Mugeng who glared at her furiously, telling her to shut up.
In the past, Lin Mugeng always thought that his eldest granddaughter was dignified and elegant, intelligent and delicate, while his younger granddaughter was cheerful and straightforward, honest and charming.