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"Hmm, got it."
Mai Xiaomai nodded and lowered her head to drink the soup.
She was too hungry, and because the soup and dishes were too delicious, she ate quite a lot this time.
Qiao Chutian was also eating.
It was his first time eating the food Lin Xuanzi cooked, and he couldn't help but be surprised at his culinary talent.
He's tasted food from all over the world, but he's never had soup and dishes this good.
Moreover, this soup and these dishes had been chilled for over a dozen hours and reheated.
If they were fresh out of the oven, the taste should be even better.
No wonder Liang Guang, as his apprentice, had become a top chef in the Imperial Capital, yet the skills he acquired were only sixty percent of Lin Xuanzi's.
Mai Xiaomai was full and reached out to Qiao Chutian, "Hubby, give me my phone, I want to call my mom."
"Okay."
Qiao Chutian handed the phone to her.
Mai Xiaomai dialed her mom's number.
"Xiaomai—"
