Chu Zihang finished all the bento boxes under Caesar's watchful eye. He had to admit the food tasted remarkably good; even though it had grown somewhat cold, it was far from unpalatable. Especially the Lion's Head meatballs—Chu Zihang had once tasted something similar, crab roe Lion's Head meatballs, at a New Year's Eve dinner in a hotel booked by his "father." Without exaggerating, Xia Mi's cooking tasted even better than the hotel's.
"Well, how is our junior sister's cooking?"
"Pretty good," Chu Zihang said, setting down his chopsticks. As he ate, Caesar had sat beside him like a military supervisor; even though he hadn't stared unblinkingly at every bite, the atmosphere had made Chu Zihang feel thoroughly uncomfortable.
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