Liu Chang'an beckoned to Zhou Dongdong, who was still leaning against the door with no expression on her face, yet stubbornly letting out repetitive, rhythmic wails.
Children liked helping others, but she had already helped twice that morning, and her body and mind had inevitably suffered a little harm. Feeling somewhat wronged, she could only keep humming in the hope that someone would notice this sad little child.
Zhou Dongdong clutched the glass marble in her hand, no longer daring to put it in her mouth. She walked between her mother and Brother Chang'an, glanced up at her mother, then climbed onto Brother Chang'an's lap and sat there, stretching her neck to inspect what tasty food was on the table.
There was only fruit in a bamboo basket on the table. At that moment, Chef Zhu, wearing a chef's hat, swaggered into the dining room with the kitchen cart and began directing the distribution of the dishes.
"This steak and eggs were jointly produced by Bai Hui and me. They're practically perfect, fully demonstrating our superb culinary skills." Although, as the head chef, she did not need to mention the other staff who had assisted her, Bai Hui was different. Besides, Zhu Juntang wanted Liu Chang'an to understand that Huihui was a woman who could satisfy his appetite.
Bai Hui herself was a delectable Little White Pig, and she even had Bear Bear, which made one think of bear paws and honey—both symbols of fine food. She could make exquisite breakfasts, her cooking was second only to Zhu Juntang's, and she was proficient in the art of tea. She was practically the ideal girlfriend.
Liu Chang'an took a look. The steak itself had been made from good ingredients: a thick-cut, well-done steak, paired with carefully designed plating. It looked quite