Yang Wenxiao listened to all this and initially wore a light smile on his face, which, by the end, had turned into a hearty laugh, "Yes, it's just a meal, one should enjoy it however they please."
The rules, etiquette, and mannerisms were for showing outsiders; now, inside the great hall were only family members, so anything goes.
If you find it delicious, then praise it with enthusiasm.
If you find it spicy, then grab a cup and gulp down some water.
If you're eating with gusto, then it's fine to even slap the table.
"Zhengzheng, no need to hold back anymore, forget all those manners I taught you and eat however you want," said Yang Wenxiao, looking at Yang Zheng with a kind face.
Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng blinked his moist, large eyes and kicked off his shoes, kneeling and sitting on the bench.
"The other day when I followed Father out of the Palace to Zuixian Building, I saw those children sitting and eating just like this."
