"Try this, it looks pretty good!"
Following Wang Jinhui's adding two slices of stir-fried bamboo shoots to Tang Mei's plate, everyone started to pick up their chopsticks and taste the dishes, each with their own thoughts.
On the other side, Wang Meijuan was ladling soup.
From the moment she left the dining room and returned, scooping the first spoonful of soup, Wang Junchen has been closely watching her every move, worried that she might tamper with it.
As a result, his intention to pressure his son-in-law, Leng Lingxiao, was forgotten.
"Old Madam, please taste it, it's very fresh," Wang Meijuan respectfully placed the small soup bowl next to Tang Mei's plate, her eyes filled with a hint of admiration.
She had always looked up to Tang Mei as a role model.
"Mm, okay."
Next up was Wang Jinhui's soup, followed by Wang Junchen, who was seated next to him.
Tang Xiaowan raised an eyebrow, secretly rejoicing in her heart.
It seems Meijuan is quite perceptive.
