Chef Hua

Hua Xiaomai silently considered for a moment, then carefully placed the small walnut from her arms on the couch and casually pulled over a small blanket to cover him.

She understood very well why Meng Yuhuai would have such thoughts.

Her first trip to the Provincial City was precisely to help Song Jingxi with the Eight Treasures Conference issues, and it was also due to the ensuing quarrel, which arose because Song Jingxi had pulled some tricks at the Eight Treasures Conference. The way Song Jingxi handled it afterward made her heart grow cold. From being close to no contact at all, the words "Eight Treasures Conference" always loomed between them, an undeniable presence.

As for what exactly happened in the Provincial City, she had never spoken to anyone about it. While her silence was certainly meant to protect Song Jingxi’s reputation, in the end, the most important reason was to avoid trouble for herself. However... with Meng Yuhuai’s calm and meticulous character, he probably guessed most of it, right?

The letter before her clearly carried an underlying sense of obligation, so what exactly was Song Jingxi’s intention?

After mulling over it in her mind for a moment, she looked up and said, "I just find it strange, you know, the Eight Treasures Conference is a major event for Tong’an City’s culinary world, where outside restaurants can’t participate; what does it have to do with our Daoxiang Garden? Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve had dealings with that proprietor Song. Does she still expect me to go and help her?"

Meng Yuhuai had had too much to drink in the afternoon, and now the effects were hitting him, causing his head to ache. He let out a long sigh and rubbed his temples haphazardly.

"Let’s not worry about what she really wants to do for now, are you planning to reply to the letter?"

"That’s why I’m saying, she really did present me with a dilemma."

Hua Xiaomai pursed her lips and smiled, "No matter how you look at it, she is a renowned female chef of the entire Tong’an Prefecture, and she took the initiative to write a letter to me. It wouldn’t be right to ignore it, would it? To not reply would seem rude, but if I were to really send a reply... Heh, I honestly wouldn’t know what to write. Should I also ramble about daily matters like her? Sigh, the last thing I want to do is to get involved with her again through such back-and-forths..."

She stopped talking at this point and turned around to check on Meng Yuhuai, only to find him resting his head on his arm, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was extremely tired.

That will teach you to drink, that will teach you!