Ye Fei had a good understanding of Li Xiaoyun's cooking skills.
Fortunately, making soup and porridge doesn't require advanced knife skills.
As long as the ingredients are well matched and you're willing to spend time simmering, gently watching the heat is enough.
Given Li Xiaoyun's level of care for Zhao Dingli, she definitely has the patience.
After Ye Fei hung up the phone, she immediately encountered the eager gaze of the old lady and the little fellow.
It was almost impossible for Ye Fei to ignore.
"It's Xiao Yun," Ye Fei said straightforwardly, "She just asked me for recipes to nourish the stomach. She wants to help Uncle Four with it."
The old lady shuffled forward quite a bit on the couch.
"Wow, so they still kept in touch after they last came for dinner?" The old lady's eyes were bright.
The little fellow grabbed Ye Fei's arm: "Tell us, come on, tell us!"
Ye Fei laughed and tapped the little fellow's nose.
Such a little rascal.
