Shi Yiming said with a smile, "Alright, I'll head over there and tell the kitchen to add two more dishes."
Fu Yan didn't stand on ceremony, "Thank you, Uncle Shi."
After Shi Yiming left, Sheng Congzhi took him to the workshop at the back.
This was Fu Yan's first visit to this place; he wandered around the room before picking up a porcelain plate from a shelf, "This was painted by my wife, right?"
While Sheng Congzhi was preparing at the table, upon hearing this, she looked up briefly and then looked back down, "Yes."
Fu Yan immediately smiled, "Indeed, a husband and wife in sync. Such a perfect understanding; out of all these plates, the one I randomly pick is one you painted."
Sheng Congzhi chuckled, "The entire row in front of you is my work."
Fu Yan: "…"
His smile gradually faded.
He put the plate back and turned to the table, putting his hands down on the surface, "You, you couldn't just humor me?"
Sheng Congzhi looked up,
