The conversation had commenced with the beginning of the feast.
The dishes were plentiful, featuring flying fowl, walking beasts, seasonal vegetables, and specialty cakes—everything one could wish for. Although the cooking was not done by Wu Hanxue and Old Sir Wu, it was still excellent. The other chefs in the kitchen had also put forth their full effort to prepare the dishes for the engagement banquet.
At Jiang Feng's table, besides Wu Minqi and her husband Wu Jialiang, he didn't recognize anyone else. A few faces looked somewhat familiar, but he had no clear memory of them. He couldn't recall if they were Wu Minqi's cousins or perhaps elder classmates or juniors from her school.
