During the meal, Lu Chen kept receiving dishes from Lu's mother, and he accepted them all without rejection, eating each one.
In the end, his little cheeks were puffed up, full from the food.
Whenever he had a chance, he would praise how delicious grandma's cooking was.
Su Jia had taught him to be sweet-mouthed, praising people without holding back, which amused even the usually stern-faced old gentleman to laughter.
Listening to his son's glib tongue, Lu Yanhe's lips twitched, unsure whether Su Jia's teaching was right or wrong.
He turned his head slightly and glanced at her.
Su Jia pursed her lips indifferently, with a hint of pride in her eyes, as if having her son taught to be a little flatterer was something worth showing off.
During the meal, Lu Chen never stopped talking; if he wasn't eating, he was speaking, and if he wasn't speaking, he was eating, managing to praise each elder in turn.
