Although she'd already taken a look earlier, the situation at the women's tables was no better than at the men's.
After all, you only truly knew once you'd tasted it—seeing the food and eating it were two completely different things!
Amid wave after wave of praise, no one put down their chopsticks. The women, usually so fond of gossiping about household trifles whenever they got together, were too busy to even speak.
Seeing everyone so enthusiastic, Ji Huan was delighted. However, she'd been smelling cooking fumes for so long that she already felt full and had no real appetite. She ate a little vinegar-sautéed cabbage, then set down her chopsticks and spent the rest of her time feeding Dabao.
She had actually set aside half a bowl of food for both Dabao and Dacheng while she was cooking, worried they might get hungry. But Dabao had stubbornly refused to eat, insisting on waiting for Ji Huan.
