Qi Nanxing looked at Bai Siyi, then at them, and said unhappily, "Xiao He, is the food poisonous? I won't eat anything."

"Zhao Zhao, are you still sleepy or are you tired again? Don't ruin your job."

"Xingli, you...never mind, since you're sick, I'll let you go."

When he called out their names, several people acted as if they didn't hear anything. This was a conversation that happened almost every time at the dinner table, and they said they were used to it.

Xiao He was quite ruthless. When he encountered a dish he didn't like, he would rather not eat it than compromise. Qi Nanxing couldn't bear to see him eating white rice all the time.

"Grandfather, I've picked out all the cilantro from these dishes. Please have a bite." He got confused while cooking and remembered that Xiao He liked cilantro, so he put some in every dish. The result...

But even if he picked it out, his ancestors said it still tasted like coriander and wouldn't eat it.

He was so sad that he could not even cry.

Xiao He was still eating white rice and said lightly, "No, I'm used to eating white rice."

These words made me want to wipe away tears of sadness. I hope Mr. Xiao doesn't know what kind of hard life his son is going through here.

"Hey, Zhao Zhao and Xing Li, you two should eat more."

"Look at them, how delicious their food is." Upon hearing this, Bai Siyi looked up and smiled at them, then quickly lowered his head to eat.

In an instant, Qi Nanxing regained confidence in his cooking skills.

Lan Sen helped Zhao Zhao, who was trying to sleep, and smiled gently, "Zhao Zhao? Why are you so sleepy?"

He looked energetic when he just came down to eat.