The dining room table was draped with a pure white lace tablecloth, offering an array of sumptuous dishes.
The male head of the Ming Family sat at the head of the table, removing the cute apron he'd worn while cooking.
To his left, in succession, were Yin Yilan, Yin Ruowei, and a young man.
Two seats to his right remained empty, as if awaiting their occupants' arrival.
Yin Yilan, graceful in posture, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, said, "Rong Ma, go see why Xiaoge and Xiaoci haven't come down yet."
"Yes." Rong Ma turned around but halted after just a couple of steps.
The brother and sister descended the stairs, one after the other.
The girl had changed into a bright red dress that was light and soft, made of chiffon and hanging down to her ankles; her fair ankles stood out starkly amidst the dazzling red, offering a distinct contrast that only amplified their allure.
