In actuality, the family hadn't officially started eating, they had just taken their seats.
All the bowls and chopsticks were untouched, and the table was filled with steaming dishes.
Chen Yang wasn't holding back, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating directly.
Everyone: "..."
The family happily waited to start the meal.
Unexpectedly, a stranger appeared out of nowhere, acting like he was the host, and began eating directly?
"Outrageous!"
Zhuo Wenqing's uncle, Zhuo Kun, slammed the table and shouted, "Where did you come from, you bastards? This is the Zhuo Family, what do you think you are?"
"Shh!"
Chen Yang extended a finger and placed it in front of his lips, making a gesture to silence.
Don't talk while eating or sleeping.
The wisdom of the ancients speaks for itself.
Zhuo Kun: "..."
Is he actually considering himself the host?
"Hah!"
Zhuo Kun laughed angrily, "It might be good to see some blood during the festival, to add a bit of cheer."
