Mr. Li and Mrs. Li didn't ask who made which dish.
Because they could tell at a glance.
They were just very surprised that Li Xiaoyun could cook this well.
Although it wasn't as good as Ye Fei's, but she's a professional, after all.
Compared with the average family's everyday home‑cooked food, Li Xiaoyun's dishes actually looked pretty legit.
At least, just judging by looks, they could beat Mrs. Li's.
"You really made this?" Mrs. Li asked Li Xiaoyun in surprise. "Did Ye Fei give you a hand?"
"No." Ye Fei shook her head with a smile. "We each did our own dishes. I didn't help her at all. We were both busy with our own stuff."
"Nice, how long has it been since we last saw you, and your cooking's already this good?" Mrs. Li said in amazement.
Three days apart and you have to look at a man with new eyes, huh.
When did Li Xiaoyun even have time to practice?
Mrs. Li lifted her head, moved her gaze away from the dishes, and looked over at Zhao Dingli.
