The old folks picked up their chopsticks and began to eat, chatting and laughing.
Long Che glared at them, "Why don't you eat until you burst!"
"I won't, I've been hungry for days!" Alice tried each dish, "Bernard, this one's tasty, you should try it too... Crescent Moon, I think the chef from Yaoyao's family is quite good, we should come here more often."
Bernard's lips twitched slightly but he didn't speak.
Crescent Moon looked at Long Che with a grin, "You should eat something too, or else you won't have the energy to argue later."
"Hmph!" Long Che snorted, picked up his chopsticks, and poked at a dish.
Leng Ziye slowly raised his head, "You're the only one with a cleanliness obsession at this table. Poking them doesn't affect our appetites."
Long Che shot him a glance, "Don't talk to me! Let me tell you, all the dishes on this table were made by my wife. She worked hard all morning, and now you all team up to bully the two of us."
