The aroma was enticing, and it tasted even better. The elders ate as if they hadn't had a meal in centuries, gobbling up the food voraciously. Before they had eaten much, another food thief arrived—it was Qin Yin.
"How come you didn't call me for dinner?"
Qin Yin looked at Lan Jin with a tinge of complaint in his eyes, feeling a bit hurt, but he quickly picked up his chopsticks and desperately started to grab food for his own bowl, afraid the food would be gone in the blink of an eye.
"This is too delicious! Super incredibly tasty!" Mr. Li Sr.'s expression was the most exaggerated, praising every bite he took.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't snatch it, leave some chicken for me!"
The elders' chopsticks clashed in the pot, much to Lan Jin's amusement as she thought to herself that she had added too little chicken and would need to put in more next time.
