Du Xixi tilted her head, her tone very serious: "That's me!"
This tone, this expression, successfully made Chen Yin choke on his own saliva. He coughed while casting her a reproachful look, but after a moment's thought, he laughed again.
Isn't Du Xixi just like someone else's child? Heir to the Imperial Chef Family, nurtured by numerous elders, she excelled in her studies from a young age, graduated from a prestigious school, and her culinary skills were unmatched, even comparable to the legendary chefs of old.
At least in Chen Yin's impression, no parent wouldn't envy the Du Family for having such an obedient, sensible, and outstanding child like Du Xixi.
With this little interlude, the originally heavy atmosphere lightened up. Chen Yin sat on the large section of the seat next to Du Xixi and softly said: "Xixi, do you want to come to the Imperial Palace to stay with me for a few days? The scenery is quite nice."