Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Turning to He Haoran, "So, about this Miss Li, do you have any specific information? Come on, tell us."

"Like, how old does she seem? What does she look like?" Shi Hongze asked.

If he didn’t have a surgery to perform, he really would have gone to find Zhao Dingli himself.

But, how old Li Xiaoyun is, He Haoran really didn’t manage to find out.

"Looks like she’s in her twenties." He Haoran said.

"Only in her twenties?" Shi Hongze shook his head in disapproval, "Zhao Fourth Uncle is really a beast!"

"As for her appearance, even if I described it, you wouldn’t have a concrete image anyway." He Haoran said.

"But she is quite pretty." He Haoran added.

Shi Hongze squinted and asked slyly, "Under Zhao Fourth Uncle’s tight guard, you still managed to notice Li Xiaoyun is pretty?"

He Haoran suddenly got angry: "Didn’t you ask me to investigate? Now that I’ve gathered information, you’re trying to pin the blame on me! That’s not fair!"

"Just joking, it’s just a joke." Shi Hongze said, "Look how flustered you are."

He Haoran snorted.

Who wouldn’t be flustered?

It’s all because Zhao Dingli isn’t here.

If Zhao Dingli were here and heard Shi Hongze say that, wouldn’t he be in big trouble?

Chu Zhaoyang tapped the business card with his finger: "Isn’t there a business card? Name, company, contact information are all there, a little investigation and you’ll know."

Shi Hongze laughed mischievously, while pinching the business card, still pretending: "Isn’t it bad? How can we investigate a friend’s girlfriend?"

As he spoke, he handed the business card to He Haoran: "Haoran, this is your job now."

He Haoran: "..."

"We are Zhao Fourth Uncle’s good friends, it’s not suitable." Shi Hongze said.

He Haoran: "..."

So is he suitable then?

"I’m not dealing with this." Otherwise Shi Hongze might try to pin the blame on him, "Anyway, I’ve already met Li Xiaoyun in person, if you want to know, go meet her yourself."

Thus, Shi Hongze looked eagerly at Chu Zhaoyang again.

"I’m not in a hurry." Chu Zhaoyang said.

Shi Hongze: "..."

"If Zhao Fourth Uncle’s already decided, he will definitely bring Li Xiaoyun out for us to meet." It’s an old understanding among them.

Anyway, they would meet her eventually, Chu Zhaoyang wasn’t in a rush.

He wasn’t a rash person to begin with.

Unlike Shi Hongze, who is impulsive.

Shi Hongze: "..."

Isn’t this just bullying him because he’s not part of the Eight Great Families?

On Chu Zhaoyang’s end, the matter between Zhao Dingli and Li Xiaoyun was mostly clarified.

Meanwhile, at Li Xiaoyun’s place, dinner was finally completed after two hours of hard work.

Ye Fei works much faster than her.

Even when starting at the same time as Ye Fei, doing things as per Ye Fei’s instructions, Li Xiaoyun couldn’t match Ye Fei’s speed.

Ye Fei couldn’t delay her own dinner for Li Xiaoyun.

It wouldn’t matter much if it was just Ye Fei.

Their relationship was close enough that such a small matter didn’t require politeness.

Even with Xiao Mo still waiting to be fed, Xiao Mo could snack first for her godmother’s sake.

But now, there’s another person, Zhao Gushen, to consider.

If Zhao Gushen got upset that Ye Fei delayed dinner because she was helping, what would happen if he got angry with Ye Fei?

Therefore, Li Xiaoyun let Ye Fei work at her own pace, cooking normally.

During dinner, just having a phone on the table where Ye Fei could guide her while eating was enough.

So, after Ye Fei’s family finished dinner, that’s when Li Xiaoyun finally got her dinner done.

Zhao Dingli patted his stomach; he drank a lot of tea.

Though it was a peach oolong tea bag with a fruity aroma, it wasn’t sweet.

It was oolong tea with a peach scent.

Drinking too much still had a cleansing effect.

After drinking quite a bit, Zhao Dingli patted his stomach, indeed feeling rather hungry.

He’ll probably eat quite a lot, to support Li Xiaoyun.

Zhao Dingli stood up and with Li Xiaoyun, carried the dishes to the dining table.

Li Xiaoyun’s home wasn’t big.

But still had a designated dining area.

Perfect space for Zhao Dingli and Li Xiaoyun.

Zhao Dingli thought Li Xiaoyun’s home, though small, had a cozy charm.

Just the two of them, eating dinner in this small space, brought a unique warmth.

"This is my first time preparing such a spread." Li Xiaoyun said, "Try it, how is it?"

"I don’t expect it to be delicious, as long as it’s not terrible and can be eaten with rice, that’ll do." Li Xiaoyun said uncertainly, "But don’t worry, I followed Ye Fei’s steps and seasoning amounts meticulously."

"Even if the taste isn’t superb, it surely won’t be bad." Li Xiaoyun wasn’t confident in herself, but she trusted Ye Fei.

Zhao Dingli then tried a bite.

Indeed, as Li Xiaoyun said, it wasn’t bad.

As for being tasty, it wasn’t particularly delicious either.

At least, there was a significant gap between her cooking and Ye Fei’s skills.

Not to mention, a difference from typical homemade dishes.

This is quite a curious matter.

Not just with Li Xiaoyun.

It probably occurs in every household.

Same recipe, same process, even when followed precisely, tastes vary.

Take restaurant cooking for example.

Not talking about some high-end restaurants.

Just those roadside stalls or trendy eateries.

Even with the same dishes.

Some small eateries get famous for being more delicious.

It’s difficult to pinpoint why.

So, even though Li Xiaoyun strictly followed Ye Fei’s guidance.

The difference from what Ye Fei personally cooked was still vast.

Though Li Xiaoyun’s cooking wasn’t particularly tasty, it wasn’t terrible either.

After all, when she’s home alone, she occasionally cooked herself instant noodles and such.

The basics, she knew.

However, she typically only cooked about once or twice a month.

Zhao Dingli really believed that Li Xiaoyun hardly cooked herself.

But it didn’t matter, marrying a wife wasn’t about having her cook.

Ye Fei liked to explore cooking, that’s different.

But for someone like Li Xiaoyun, not great at cooking, it was fine.

There were still maids at home.

Li Xiaoyun wouldn’t have to cook herself.

"Tasty." Zhao Dingli nodded, giving her face.

Li Xiaoyun saw he wasn’t forcing himself at all, he even ate quite a bit, immediately relieved.

Her cooking wasn’t extremely delicious, but it was decent enough for a meal.