As noon approached, urged by Qiao Meng, Chen Yu slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

I got out of the driver's seat and went back to the RV's dining area.

The table was already laden with a large spread of colorful and fragrant food, but Chen Yu hadn't tasted it yet and didn't know how it would taste.

"Mr. Chen Yu, I'm so sorry. I forgot we're experiencing an extreme cold disaster, and I couldn't help but cook too much food," Qiao Meng said apologetically.

In the comfortable RV environment, she completely forgot about her current situation and only wanted to show Chen Yu her cooking skills, ignoring the preciousness of the supplies.

"Hmm~?" Chen Yu, with a piece of pork rib in his mouth, brightened slightly. "Not bad, Xiao Qiao, your cooking skills are no less than those of the chefs at state banquets!"

Chen Yu wasn't just making things up; he had indeed attended state banquets in the Great Xia Dynasty.

After all, he is a billionaire, a super philanthropist, and a national outstanding youth, and has been invited to state banquets more than once.

Chen Yu's praise made Qiao Meng's cheeks blush instantly. She smiled shyly and said, "You flatter me too much, Mr. Chen Yu. I'm already very happy to make you happy."

"By the way, what did you just say?" Chen Yu asked, chewing on his food.

"I mean, I cooked too much food today, which wasted your ingredients. After all, there wasn't much food in the refrigerator, and at this rate, we won't be able to eat for many more meals," Qiao Meng said with a guilty look.

"What kind of talk is that? You cooked it so well, how can it be considered a waste? It's fine, just cook as much as you want, and make sure every meal is up to this standard. As for the ingredients, don't worry, I'll take care of it," Chen Yu said nonchalantly.

However, he soon realized that his words were inappropriate. Wasn't he treating Qiao Meng as his cook?

So he quickly added, "Of course, all of this is on the premise that you like it yourself, but you can't exhaust yourself."

"It's alright," Qiao Meng waved her hands repeatedly. "Mr. Chen Yu, I'm very happy to be able to help you on this long journey. Besides, I enjoy trying to cook all kinds of delicious food in my spare time."

Seeing this, Lin Lele felt very uncomfortable.

She used to think Qiao Meng was a bit silly and cute.

Now she doesn't think so anymore. She sees the other person as snobbish and unpleasant.

"Secretary Lin, why aren't you eating? Don't you have an appetite?" Qiao Meng asked with concern when she saw Lin Lele sitting to the side without touching her chopsticks. Her tone was full of sincerity and care, completely unaware of the subtle changes in Lin Lele's heart.

Lin Lele forced a smile and replied, "Oh, no, Reporter Qiao. I was just thinking about something and got a little distracted. This meal looks really tempting, I'll eat right away."

She thought to herself that no matter how the dishes tasted, she would viciously belittle them later and humiliate them with the most vicious language in the world.

However, when Lin Lele took a bite of the braised pork, the tender and flavorful taste made her eyes light up. She had to admit that the taste was indeed amazing. It was fatty but not greasy and melted in her mouth. She never thought that the braised pork, which she used to dislike, could be made so delicious!

Lin Lele's taste buds were completely conquered, and she completely forgot her previous idea of ​​belittling Qiao Meng's cooking skills. She let loose and enjoyed the food in front of her with big, big bites.

Qiao Meng frowned slightly upon seeing this. Judging from Lin Lele's eating habits, Chen Yu probably wouldn't even be able to drink a few sips of soup.

She wanted to remind Lin Lele, but seeing that Chen Yu didn't seem to care, she didn't feel comfortable speaking up.

If she were to remind Lin Lele in front of Chen Yu at this moment, it would make her motives seem impure.

So she had to swallow her words of advice to Lin Lele, but a hint of worry still showed in her eyes. She was concerned that Chen Yu might not have enough to eat.

Qiao Meng secretly made a decision: next time, she would definitely cook more of Chen Yu's favorite dishes, and at the same time control the portion size for each person to prevent Lin Lele from eating it all by herself.

However, Qiao Meng's worries were ultimately unnecessary. After all, Lin Lele was just a young girl, how much could she possibly eat?

At first, she looked like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, but before long, she gradually slowed down.

At Chen Yu's prompting, Qiao Meng also picked up her bowl and chopsticks and began to enjoy the food on the table.

The three sat around the dining table, enjoying this rare moment of peace and warmth.

Qiao Meng carefully observed Chen Yu's tastes and kept putting food on his plate, making Chen Yu feel a little embarrassed.

After finishing a delicious lunch, Chen Yu stood up, stretched his body, and then smiled at Qiao Meng, saying, "Qiao, your cooking skills have truly broadened my horizons. I think with your culinary skills, you could totally be a head chef at a seven-star hotel."

Then, he looked at Lin Lele and said, "Lele, don't you think so?"

Lin Lele patted her round belly with a satisfied look. Just as she was about to agree with Chen Yu's statement, she suddenly remembered her original intention.

So she immediately changed her tune: "I think it's very average, nothing special, not even as good as the instant noodles I cook."

"Burp~" However, the burp she couldn't help letting out gave her away.

"Eating so much, aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?" Chen Yu said irritably. "What are you standing there for? Go wash the dishes!"

Lin Lele pursed her lips and muttered something under her breath, but in the end, she obediently started clearing away the dishes.

Qiao Meng wanted to help, but Chen Yu stopped her.

In this car, he drove, Qiao Meng cooked, and Lin Lele naturally couldn't act like a lord; she always had to do something.

Chen Yu decided that from now on, Lin Lele would be in charge of washing dishes and cleaning. Everyone would do their own job, which was fair.

And by the way, let Lin Lele get some exercise too. After all, Lin Lele is his personal fighter pilot, so her physical fitness must be excellent!