Qiao Xiaomai listened to Qiao Changshun's praises of her cooking skills without expression, stuffing Milk Steamed Bun into her mouth and staying silent till the end of breakfast, without uttering a single word.
Tong Sanlang, who had finished his breakfast, had quietly eaten two bowls of tofu pudding amidst Qiao Changshun's ceaseless prattling.
He also tried a few bites of tofu skin, a look of surprise flashing across his deep dark eyes.
He had mentioned last night that Qiao Xiaomai must have other ways of making money. He just hadn't expected to witness it this very morning.
After Qiao Changshun finished speaking, he swept his gaze over her pretty face, his lips curling into a small smile, "Knowing Miss Qiao's culinary skills, I've decided to let her take care of our grandfather's sixtieth birthday celebration."
"Rest assured, the dishes she makes will definitely satisfy everyone." Changshun patted his chest in guarantee.
"Let's discuss the dishes later."