Everyone curiously gathered around, as if it were something precious. Lin Qiao was both amused and exasperated: "Is there anything you can't eat?"
Everyone shook their heads, and Xiao Ning said with a simple smile, "Whatever the boss makes, we'll eat. I've long wanted to taste the boss's cooking."
"Then eat more later. Don't just stand around here, go home and call people to come eat. It's just this once, you might as well eat." Lin Qiao half-joked.
The crowd hesitated a bit but still went home to call others to come eat.
However, they didn't call many people, mostly bringing children; the adults probably thought it was improper.
Jiang Yan took a liking to Lin Qiao and obediently squatted down to help peel garlic. "Hello, boss."
Seeing her behave as sensibly as Song Tingfan did in those years, Lin Qiao sighed inwardly and gently said, "Alright, don't peel. Go get something to eat at the table."
"I'm not eating, boss. Can I give you something?"
