As soon as Meng Xinian walked in, he asked Aunt Meng, "Are there any dishes left, Aunt?"
Jiang Xiao wanted to facepalm.
She originally thought they could eat out and have a better meal, but from their home to the main area there's no restaurants. If they wanted to eat out, they'd have to travel some distance, which would be time-consuming, and Chiang Songhai and the others might have to wait until nine at night.
Cooking at home wasn't feasible either.
So she braced herself and followed Meng Xinian over.
But all the mental preparation she did seemed inadequate when she actually heard Meng Xinian ask that question.
Because Old Meng and Chiang Songhai were as shocked as Jiang Xiao expected, questioning why they hadn't eaten by seven thirty.
"It's so late and you haven't eaten? Didn't you say Sixth Young Master and the others left after four?"
From four to seven thirty, which is three and a half hours, they hadn't eaten yet?
Jiang Xiao glared at Meng Xinian.
