Fortunately, the kitchen had all sorts of ingredients, so Sheng Ting, worried she might be hungry, made two servings of fried noodles.
In Shen Weiyi's portion, he even added some seafood specially.
"Sorry, this is all I can offer you."
"Not at all, it looks delicious." Having tasted his cooking before, Shen Weiyi held confidence in the dishes he prepared.
Indeed, the fried noodles were as tasty as imagined.
"Eh, you're back?"
As Situ Jing entered, she immediately saw the two eating in the dining room, her gaze falling on the plate in front of Shen Weiyi. "Why only this?" She then glared at her eldest son, "Didn't you think to take Yiyi out for something nice?"
"Aunt Jing, it's not Sheng Ting's fault," Shen Weiyi hastily defended, "I wanted to come back to eat. I haven't had your cooking for so long, and since you weren't here, Sheng Ting cooked. Besides, Sheng Ting's culinary skills are excellent, even better than what you get outside."
