Li Zhiyuan never expected that the first question this woman asked upon waking up after escaping death was this.
The young man walked out of the room, Granny Yao was waiting at the end of the corridor, and Li Zhiyuan went over.
"Please, young master."
Granny Yao made a gesture of invitation towards his side.
Li Zhiyuan walked in, inside was just a table, with two cold dishes, three hot dishes, plus a winter melon soup, accompanied by a set of tableware.
In such haste, it was impossible to prepare a feast, it was all home-style dishes, very clean, and deliberately plated.
Granny Yao did not enter, she just left directly.
The meaning of this was to let the young man eat alone.
Li Zhiyuan had mentioned earlier that he would feel uncomfortable if things were too formal, but Granny Yao could not imagine herself accompanying the young master with her whole family for a meal, she could not act informally according to the young master's request.
