She let out a sigh, helped place meat on each of their plates, and urged, "Alright, guys; let's just enjoy our dinner. This isn't the first time you've seen each other, so there's no need to act reserved!"
As she spoke, she diligently scooped soup for her husband.
The man's expression finally softened somewhat.
Gong Jie scanned the dishes on the table until he settled on an exquisite-looking plate of diced chicken with cheese.
He took a bite, rendering him highly satisfied, and could not help praising his nephew. "Your culinary skill is superb! I shouldn't have called you a liar; let me take back my words!"
"Hmph! Yes, that's hurtful. Unfortunately, it means that you'll never enjoy another meal from me."
The boy's intention was clear in his speech; he would never cook for his uncle again.
The man was crushed by the boy's words and protested forlornly, only to be rebuffed by an elegant smile from the lad. "Your protest is rejected!"
