Mo Yinhe pressed his thin, slightly cold lips together, thought for a moment, then nodded.
The chef served cautiously, "Young Master, what dish would you like to make this time?"
"Home-style dishes."
The chef probably understood, staying by his side carefully, not daring to give advice, only daring to offer a little guidance.
Mo Yinhe remained humble, asking whenever he didn't understand, busily working in the kitchen for nearly two hours. During this time, he received three phone calls, none of which he answered, focusing entirely on
studying culinary skills and improving his standards. In the end, he finally laid out three dishes and one soup in the dining room, feeling quite accomplished.
Mo Yinhe went to the swimming pool to call Yin Xiaohua and little Deep back for dinner, but the two little ones were utterly miserable.
