"Come sit down." Seeing that Yu Daming was still not coming over, Wang Youbao put on a stern face and took on the airs of a young master, "Yu Daming, are you not listening to my words anymore?"
Upon hearing Wang Youbao's words, Yu Daming quickly stood up and came over, sitting down at the lowest seat with trepidation.
Only then did Wang Youbao's expression soften as he said, "If you're going to continue having meals here at An Jing and Changyi's place, act the same way. There's no need for such formalities here at An Jing and Changyi's; you don't need to be so particular."
"Yes, Young Master," Yu Daming replied, his head hung very low and his voice very soft. If he had looked up, someone would surely have noticed that his eyes had reddened.
An Jing finally felt much more comfortable, and in a good mood, she started serving dishes to her husband.
And her husband had already served her quite a few dishes.
