The whole Mo family stood frozen at the courtyard entrance.
Grandmother Mo was the first to speak, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Mo Ying… what is this?" she asked slowly, staring at the long table filled with food and at Mo Ying himself, who was still wearing an apron.
Lin Xu and Yan Mei both stood at once, startled. Fuhan awkwardly stood too, bowing lightly toward the elders. The children, who were moments ago laughing, went silent, glancing nervously between the adults.
Uncle Mo's face turned red with anger. "Mo Ying! You are a general, not a kitchen servant! How can you disgrace yourself and our family like this?"
Mo Zen frowned, whispering to Mo Ting beside him, "I thought the maid was joking."
Mo Ting shook his head. "It looks like she wasn't. He really cooked."
Madame Mo stayed quiet, not saying a word, only glancing at Lin Xu once before pretending to look bored, as if the whole thing didn't concern her.
