Zhang Xuezheng kicked Shen Anmin under the table and feigned coughing twice: "Cough, cough!"
However, Shen Anmin had no intention of paying attention; he devoured his bowl of white rice, every expression on his face perfectly in place, and mumbled unclearly, "Feng, this is so delicious, how did you make white rice taste this good?"
Shen Feng replied with a light smile, "Dad, don't just focus on the rice; the sweet and sour ribs are your favorite."
Upon hearing this, Shen Anmin picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs and put it into his mouth, his expression becoming even more exaggerated: "Are these sweet and sour ribs? I've lived so long, and I've never had sweet and sour ribs this delicious!"
Zhang Xuezheng and Tang Kexin's eyes widened slightly. Had the sun risen from the west today? How had the usually honest Shen Anming become an acting emperor?
"Mom, Kexin, don't just stand there," Shen Feng reminded them.
