Ding Yuejun worked quickly, and soon prepared a sumptuous lunch.
"Xiaoqing, Song Chi, it's time to eat." She called out, inviting Guo Ming and others to join them.
Seeing the table full of dishes, Song Xiaoqing couldn't help but say, "Yuejun, you're too considerate, why prepare so much? We certainly can't finish it all."
"It's fine if we can't finish it, we can continue eating it ourselves tomorrow. It's a rare occasion for you to come over, so of course we need to prepare more."
Once everyone sat down, they started to eat slowly, and Ding Yuejun kept urging Song Xiaoqing to eat more.
"Yuejun, your cooking skills are truly excellent."
Ding Yuejun beamed with joy upon hearing this, "If you like it, have some more."
"Alright."
After the Song couple finished eating and sat for a while, they left the gifts they brought and went home.
Guo Ming glanced at Song Chi's departing figure, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Master, what's the matter?"
