Yin Jingyao glances at the dishes which she has hardly tasted. Xia Ning’s full bowl seems harsh to her.

Yin Jingyao puts down the chopsticks and said, “Miss Zhou, do you want to hear my honest comments?”

What Yin Jingyao is implying is obvious. Gu Luan slightly freezes his smile.

Zhou Wenping mildly smiles, “Hum. Miss Yin, please tell me frankly.”

“The style of dishes is too common. The color is good, but they taste too bland. ...