He had to make Lin Jie completely let go of the last bit of traditional concepts in her heart.
As expected.
Hearing Qin Qi's words, Lin Jie panicked.
She was like a woman suffering from withdrawal, desperate with longing, yet anxiously pleaded, "Xiaoqi, godmother... godmother knows she was wrong. Godmother shouldn't have said such heartless things to you. It was my fault!"
Qin Qi said calmly, "I'm a little hungry, I'll go see if godmother's cooking tastes good. As for whether I forgive you—well, that depends on how you behave, godmother!"
With that, he headed over to the dining table.
The table was piled high with fragrant dishes—counting them, there were seven or eight in total.
Just the two of them eating seven or eight dishes, most of which were Lin Jie's specialties—an obvious extravagance. Clearly, she'd put her heart into them.
He was full of anticipation inside. When he sat down in the chair, he deliberately left a large empty space between the chair and the table.
