"The last I checked, this is my wedding, and I would be the one to choose who cooks for me or not."
Mo Ying warned, as Mo Lan didn't seem intimidated one bit.
But just before Mo Lan could say another word, San Na stepped forward as she walked towards Lin Xu and Yan Mei.
"I'm sorry, but the young master and my future husband say he won't be accepting your cooking here… please leave," she said to Lin Xu.
Lin Xu's gaze lingered on San Na for a brief moment before she lowered her eyes and nodded slowly. "As you wish, Princess," she said softly, showing no sign of emotion on her face.
The entire hall was silent again, everyone watching the scene unfold like a play they didn't dare interrupt.
Mo Lan's lips curved into a faint smirk. "Well then, since the future bride has spoken, what else can we say? But I do hope you realize, dear sister-in-law, that good cooks are not easy to find."
