After freshening up, Yan Ziruo came to the dining room and found two more dishes of Jingcheng-style cuisine on the table, heated up in the microwave.
'With such convenient ready-made food, even my brother, who's always so self-disciplined, is starting to slack off.'
Yan Ziruo mused to herself, then asked, "Feifan, we don't have many of those vacuum-sealed meals left, do we?"
"There are still fifteen bags," Yan Feifan replied.
Yan Ziruo let out a soft "oh," and then heard Yu Suye say, "If you like them, I can have some more delivered."
"These dishes were all prepared by the master chefs at Baining Hospital's high-end restaurant. The ingredients and flavor are guaranteed."
"No, no, that's alright."
After her hasty refusal, Yan Ziruo explained, "The food is really delicious, but the flavors are a bit heavy. It makes me eat an extra bowl of rice with every meal. I feel like I'm starting to get a little potbelly."
