Seeing the dishes on the table, Young Master Zhu began to understand. The chili pepper was just as Gu Fei had said—as long as you liked it, you could add it to almost any dish to enhance its flavor.
After a few bites, Second Young Master Zhu found himself looking at Gu Fei in a new light. He gave her a casual nod. "Little girl, your skills aren't bad."
Gu Fei's mouth twitched. 'This Second Young Master Zhu is only a few years older than me, but he's acting like one of my elders.'
After they had eaten for a bit, Second Young Master Zhu waved to Uncle Wang, who was sitting nearby. "Let's hear a song."
Aunt Ye wasn't feeling well today and had stayed home. In her place was her fifteen-year-old daughter, Yingying.
Yingying was slender, dressed in a cross-collared blue robe with a white floral pattern, a blue sash tied at her waist. Her face was fair, with delicate eyebrows and slender eyes.
