A few days later, in the Shangshi Bureau.

Snow-white sweet potato starch, brown sweet potato vermicelli, and golden dried sweet potatoes are neatly arranged one by one.

Chu Yuening praised several chefs, ordered people to give them some rewards, and then rolled up her sleeves to prepare a sweet potato feast.

Pork and cabbage stewed with vermicelli, candied sweet potato, milky sweet potato cakes, crispy sweet potato pancakes, sweet potato baked with milk, sweet potato meatballs...

The huge table was filled to the brim with delicious food. The bright red color was particularly appetizing, not to mention the various aromas that kept entering the nose, making people drool.

"Mother, can we have dinner now?"

Even his bib couldn't hold back the saliva from Ying Zhao's mouth, and his clear big eyes only said "I want to eat!"

The cub's drooling look was so adorable. Chu Yuening smiled with curved eyebrows and picked up a piece of sweet potato and roasted milk and put it in a small bowl.

"Fill your stomach first and wait for father to come back before eating."

"Okay~ Thank you, mother."

Ying Zhao held the special small fork and picked up the soft and chewy orange pieces and began to eat them happily.

The sweet potato flavor was mixed with a strong milky aroma. The texture was soft and tender and the taste was sweet. It was so delicious that Ying Zhao squinted his eyes and his cheeks bulged as he chewed.

As soon as Ying Zheng entered the hall, he smelled the rich aroma of sweet potatoes. He walked closer and saw the table full of sweet potato feast.

"Um...Afu, come on and eat!"

The little dumpling saw a familiar tall figure with big, bright eyes. He greeted his father incoherently without even swallowing his food.

Chu Yuening also pulled out a seat next to Ying Zheng, smiling and showing off her cooking skills in a cheerful tone.

"A Zheng, come and try my cooking~"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Yue Ning."

Ying Zheng walked over and sat down, first kissed the woman's cheek, then picked up the chopsticks.

Pick up a few slippery pieces of food that look like noodles but are not noodles and taste them. They are smooth and chewy, and have a unique flavor.

In order not to disappoint Yue Ning, Ying Zheng tasted every dish, and finally picked up a piece of something that looked like egg custard and tasted it.

The unique texture and taste made Ying Zheng's eyes light up, but when he saw the kid who was eating happily, he turned his chopsticks in another direction.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yue's eyes softened. She picked up a piece of sweet potato and baked milk and put it in Ying Zheng's bowl, smiling brightly at him.

"If you like it, please eat it. I will order the Shangshi Bureau to make another dish."