Yong'an Village, in the east room of Zhao Jun's home.
Just a moment ago, the room was filled with the aroma of food and joyous family chatter, but now the atmosphere was tense enough to cut with a knife.
This wasn't a case of Wang Meilan being a bully. The key issue was that what Zhao Youcai had just said was not something a father should say.
Startled by Wang Meilan's shout, Zhao Youcai's hand, holding his cup, trembled. He quickly explained, "The Forest Farm has been hosting guests these last few days. I'm the master chef. How could I possibly get away?"
Her good mood ruined, Wang Meilan was now furious. She pointed her chopsticks at Zhao Youcai and yelled, "If you have to host guests, then just say so! What was that nonsense you just spouted?"
"Mom, Mom," Zhao Jun quickly intervened. "Let's just eat. We can go whenever Dad isn't busy."
