Qiao Lan didn't respond, simply saying, "Go serve the dishes, it's already dark." Qiao Lan felt that night fell earlier in the mountains than in the Capital City.
Hua Lei lit the palm oil lamp and placed it on the table. The dinner was very simple, only four dishes: green vegetable leaves, stir-fried eggplant with green beans, Mapo tofu, and egg drop soup.
Although Nanny Hao's cooking skills were actually not bad, Hua Lei's rice was burnt. Hua Lei used to have decent cooking skills in the countryside, but now she was out of practice and had lost control.
Yueying, accustomed to delicacies, couldn't stomach such food, and she put her chopsticks down after only a few bites. Such food was hardly fit for human consumption. The rice was burnt, and the dishes were bland. Yueying used to think the food in her own courtyard was bad, but now it seemed delicious compared to this.
