Qin Yue warmly linked arms with her in-law, guiding them to the dining room.
When the Guan couple stepped inside, they saw the dining table filled with a plethora of dishes and bowls, with an overwhelming aroma filling the air, exuding a cozy, homey feeling.
"We weren't sure what you usually like to eat, so we specially hired a chef from Qianlima. If there's anything else you'd like, feel free to ask the chef to make more..."
As Qin Yue spoke, she approached the dining table and was taken aback at the sight of the table setting, her words stuck in her throat.
On the luxurious Italian imported dining table, there were plain white round bowls and plates.
The bowls were filled to the brim, and the dishes on the plates were piled up like little mountains.
This, this...
Qin Yue suddenly turned to Fu Yu, shock and disbelief in her voice, "This, what is this?"
