Seeing that Chen Yuhe and the others had the same expression, Ling Feng was astonished, "You guys have no loyalty!"
The women all chuckled stealthily, but no one was willing to join him, carrying their dishes toward the back.
At that moment, an impatient voice came from inside the house, "Ling Feng, what are you dawdling for? You're not sneaking food, are you?"
"How could I be, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Ling Feng had no choice but to carry a basin of lamb chops into the inner room.
Since the two old men were sitting firmly in place, he had no choice but to play the role of a waiter, serving the food, fetching bowls, chopsticks, condiments, and also arranging the alcohol and glasses.
Throughout the process, neither of them said a word or even glanced at Ling Feng, which made him feel extremely frustrated.
After he finished tidying up, he poured wine into their glasses and then tentatively smiled, "So, can I say something now?"
"What is it?"
