Old Mrs. Xue's breakfast was quickly prepared, with Mu Shuangshuang and Lu Yuanfeng accompanying her, occasionally chatting with her.
Old Mrs. Xue was in a good mood, but looking at the breakfast that wasn't to her taste, she furrowed her brows.
"What's wrong? Grandma, didn't you say you were hungry?" Mu Shuangshuang asked curiously.
"I just don't like what this chef makes; too flashy but not practical, doesn't feel like home."
The chef invited by Xue Yi from the Capital mostly cooked extravagant dishes, which Old Mrs. Xue didn't like as she had grown older.
The last time she ate two bowls of rice was when Housekeeper Xue bought Mu Shuangshuang's wild vegetables and monkey head mushrooms, which tasted familiar to her, so she was willing to eat them.
Mu Shuangshuang understood somewhat. The porridge in front of her was topped with bits of meat and some scallions, and its color was undoubtedly appealing, even she felt like drooling.
