Li beixiao sat directly on his seat without touching his chopsticks or saying anything.
Li Mumu and Li Nancheng did not move their chopsticks either.
Li Ximing took the chopsticks and, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, began to eat.
His son and his two grandsons were picky and unreasonable people. His own chef was an old man. They would not eat the food cooked by an outsider.
When they ate outside, they would always eat at the same few fixed places.
The atmosphere suddenly froze and became awkward. Ye qingge felt extremely uncomfortable, but she could not say anything.
On one hand, this was just how they were. Wen Wen had good intentions, but she could not fit in.
"Wen Wen, sit down and eat. I'll cook!" Ye qingge sighed. She must find a house and move out tomorrow.
Ye qingge went to the kitchen, and ye Wenwen was about to sit on ye qingge's chair, with li beixiao on one side and Li Mumu on the other ...
