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A faint smile slowly spread across her lips.
"Grandfather Sheng, please continue eating. Why have you stopped? Could it be that Uncle Qin's cooking skills have declined? Hmm, let me taste." While speaking, Ling Xi served Sheng Zhenhong first, then picked up some food to taste herself, her brows lifting as she chewed, "No, it's still as delicious as ever."
As she spoke, she smiled warmly at Qin Yong who was not far in front of her, and in the next instant, his face lit up with a smile.
There was nothing more joyful for Qin Yong than to hear Ling Xi praise his cooking; at least, that was how he felt.
Upon hearing Ling Xi's words and looking at the food in his own bowl, the gloom in Sheng Zhenhong's eyes vanished in an instant. He swiftly put food into his mouth, his face beaming with a smile, "Not bad, the dish Xixi picked for Grandpa is really delicious." With that sentence, he attributed all the credit to Ling Xi.
