Old Mr. Wen's eyes widened and he glared at Lan Xiao angrily.
"What are you looking at? the dishes are already here, why aren't you eating? You're not eating, but you're whispering into Mu Chu's ear. Are you going to tell on me to my grandson?"
Lan Xiao's mouth twitched and he was speechless.
This old man, couldn't he be gentler when he spoke to her?
He was always so fierce, it was so annoying.
Lan Xiao touched his nose, picked up his chopsticks, and started to pick up some food.
Wen Muchu smiled helplessly and glanced at old Mr. Wen.
"Let's eat, Yingluo"
Old Mr. Wen's expression changed immediately and he smiled kindly at Wen Muchu.
He personally picked up some sweet and sour ribs and placed them on Wen Muchu's plate.
"Try this sweet and sour pork ribs. I asked the kitchen to prepare it for you. I know you like to eat Yingluo, so why don't you try it?"
Lan Xiao glanced at it with interest.
