After tasting it, Li Xin'er wondered if she was the only one in the world who couldn't cook...
"It tastes great."
She remained generous with her praise.
Carl, who had been a little reserved, relaxed his expression as he saw how satisfied she was.
"I'm glad you like it."
Wenwen, who was not talkative to begin with, buried herself in her food and ignored everything else.
Carl was like a giant block of ice; he ate and spoke in a very formal and silent manner.
With no one to talk to, Li Xin'er stopped talking to herself altogether.
So when the three of them ate together, they made sure it was quiet.
This also resulted in the sound of Ersha and Fighter Jet eating being exceptionally loud in the courtyard...
Li Xin'er was curious about what the others in Zhan Yi were eating, so she couldn't help but ask.
"What about the others?"
Carl rested his fingers on his chin, seemingly lost in thought, and said:
"They'll handle it themselves by noon today."
Li Xin'er nodded, but couldn't help using her soul power to check on the neighboring villa number 8.
This sight almost made Li Xin'er burst out laughing.
They sat in various comfortable positions throughout the living room, each with a kettle in one hand and a compressed biscuit in the other, chewing on it with obvious bitterness and resentment.
The funniest ones were Vulture and Ali. They first greedily inhaled the air, then took a bite of a compressed biscuit, eating while closing their eyes and exclaiming.
"Is this the food our boss made? It smells delicious!"
Ali, looking rather goofy, said, "I think I can smell beef."
The vulture chimed in, "Yes, and steamed fish too."
The cassowary stood up, walked to the window, shook its head, and sighed deeply.
"I never would have guessed that the boss had this trick up his sleeve."
The vulture laughed so hard it bent over backwards.
"Haha, in the language of China, isn't this... that... washing hands to make egg tarts?"
Ali hesitated, "You mean washing your hands and cooking, right?"
The vulture said indifferently:
"Who knows? Anyway, the eldest brother cooks for Sister Xin, and I think they're really..."
As he spoke, the vulture put the compressed biscuit in its mouth, reached over with its right hand to accommodate its injured left arm, and pointed its two thumbs at each other.
As he performed the actions, his eyebrows danced with obvious delight, and his face was full of ambiguous smiles.
"Is it or isn't it? Just tell me!"
He had just gone to put out food for Ersha when he saw the eldest brother and Sister Xin in the restaurant. The little girl from yesterday was still there, and they looked like a family of three. The eldest brother even said he was making soup for Sister Xin.
Tsk tsk... I never expected the boss to have such a gentle, husbandly side.
Several people exchanged glances, as if to say, "I understand you," a sentiment that could only be understood intuitively.
Gavin was the first to object. He jumped up from the sofa and mercilessly threw the compressed biscuits he was holding at the vulture.
"Shut up!"
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