The atmosphere was awkward.
The atmosphere was so awkward that Shen Jingwei secretly wished for a huge drama to unfold at the tables next to theirs, like a wife slapping her cheater of a husband or a rebellious son refusing to go to college and earning his parents' wrath.
At least then they all had something to gawk at, instead of sitting at the table, looking at the plates, and stuffing their mouths full to avoid each other's eyes.
In this respect, one could say that Yan Renzhong either had a thick skin or lived up to his reputation as an acclaimed actor.
He not only did not become embarrassed when meeting with Mother Shen and Shen Dou Dou, but also treated them with utmost respect as usual.
"Auntie, please have some tea."
Tea was poured into cups and served, first to Mother Shen, then Shen Dou Dou.
"Thank you, Little Yan."
"Auntie, please have a bowl of soup."
Soup was ladled into bowls and served in the same order.
