Nevertheless, no matter how things went, everyone still had a delightful lunch.
While Sophie Wilson was in the kitchen, Jacob Smith looked at Charles Seymour with admiration, giving him a thumbs up.
To be honest, the portions of those two dishes weren't much, but he only took a few bites, leaving the rest for Charles Seymour.
"How did you manage to eat all that?" Jacob Smith asked, puzzled.
Charles Seymour glanced over with a cool look, not answering but countering, "Was that food?"
Jacob Smith was shocked, had all his years of learning been in vain?
He couldn't even recognize Chinese cuisine anymore?
Before Jacob Smith could voice his surprise, he heard Charles Seymour's clear voice laced with unabashed pride, "That's all Sophie's love for me."
Jacob Smith: "..."
Was this guy crazy?
Charles Seymour didn't care whether others were stunned or not; as the hospitable host, since there were visitors at home, he certainly had to keep them entertained.
