The prince just wants to eat our home-cooked meals?
This left Ou Chenghai slightly bewildered.
For someone like him, a simple man who had lived an unremarkable life in the slum, the prince was a figure from the heavens, and now that a Celestial Being had descended to his home, wanting to eat the food he cooked, Ou Chenghai felt like he was dreaming.
He couldn't help but ask, "Why though?"
No one knows a father like a daughter, and Ou Lan chuckled as she patted her dad on the shoulder, "It's okay, dad. The prince is human, not a god. Since he wants to eat our food, let's just cook for him. Think of it this way, the Empire's Richest Man used to cook for you, so what's there to fear from a prince?"
The moment Ou Chenghai thought about Zhan Moxiao coming to his house, bustling about to cook and even respectfully calling him father-in-law, his nerves eased instantly, "Right, the Empire's Richest Man was once my son-in-law, and he's as prestigious as the prince."
