Little did I know that hearing her words would spark my gossipy nature.

Especially the Ruyi (a type of scepter) with Bagua (a symbol of good fortune).

A pair of eyes gazed at her with longing.

I really want to know what that means.

But Yu Xueqiao didn't seem to intend to continue the topic, and called out to them, "Come on, eat something, try my aunt's cooking."

Xiao Tang, of course, didn't stand on ceremony and picked up her chopsticks first.

She vaguely felt that Yu Xueqiao's enthusiasm towards them was for a purpose.

If a relative you've never met suddenly contacts you, what else could it be but a premeditated act?

She held her chopsticks, tasted a dish of braised pork ribs, and her eyes lit up with surprise.

These dishes were not poisoned.

Since Yu Xueqiao had something to ask Di Jingling, she certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to poison him.

Xiao Tang exclaimed, "Auntie's cooking is so good, it's amazing!"

Yu Xueqiao covered her mouth with a smile, "I'm glad you like it. I was worried you wouldn't like it."

Xiao Tang certainly liked it.

Having grown accustomed to the exquisite dishes served in the royal palace, I truly miss this home-style flavor.

In the 31st century, all dishes are made by robots, and the taste they produce is that of robots, lacking the soul that dishes should have.

Later, she became willing to cook for herself.

Now it seems that there are indeed countless flavors of home cooking.

"Jingling, you should try some too. Don't just stand there."

Di Jingling didn't pick up his chopsticks, but stared at her with a deep gaze.

Yu Xueqiao showed no sign of guilt and looked at him openly and honestly.

"Aunt, since that's the case, what do you want to say to me, and why did you bring me here?"