When night fell, Ye Fuchen came home and saw a table full of delectable dishes. Ye Fuchen, in a rather good mood, was quite pleased.
"It seems you already know what happened, and you've prepared this feast to celebrate."
Ye Fuchen smiled broadly.
"Father, Chen Feng said he wanted to have a serious chat with you. All the dishes on this table were cooked by him."
Ye Qingqing chuckled.
"Oh? I didn't expect that. Pretty good."
Ye Fuchen sat up straight. He was in his prime and full of grandeur.
"Father, let me pour you a glass."
Chen Feng poured the wine and stood up.
Ye Fuchen also raised his wine glass and bumped it with Chen Feng's.
Chen Feng said with a smile: "Now that I've joined this family, we should consider ourselves as one. There are some things we need to discuss tonight."
"Alright, let's talk. Bottoms up."
Ye Fuchen downed the wine in one gulp.
Chen Feng also finished the glass in one go, and after sitting down, he called for everyone to start eating.
