"Grandpa, Uncle, Auntie, dinner is almost ready… Brother Bo…"
At this moment, Yuan Sichun walked out of the kitchen. She was wearing an expensive designer dress and a red apron. Her long hair was tied up. Sensing Bo Jinchuan's presence, she greeted him shyly.
Bo Jinchuan's eyebrows twitched.
Old Master Bo was the first to speak. "It's lunchtime. Let's eat first."
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In the dining room, the few of them ate silently. The atmosphere was still dead. Old Master Bo sat at the head of the table. When he saw the atmosphere, his face turned livid.
Perhaps because the atmosphere was too oppressive, Yuan Sichun suddenly picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it on Old Master's plate.
Then, he smiled and said,
"Grandpa, I've seen Mother Chen stew this braised pork for a long time. Back then, it made me drool. You can try it."
