At the head of the Han Family's main hall, three individuals were now seated.
Directly in the center, feasting heartily and even cutting lamb with a small knife, was none other than Zhang San.
To the left sat Han Baiwen, his face expressionless but his eyes filled with helplessness.
On the right sat the current Head of the Han Family, Han Mingshi.
Below them, although there were many seated and the tables were furnished with food, all were important figures of the Han Family and its most distinguished juniors.
But at this moment, the hall was silent, save for the scraping sound of the blade cutting through the lamb meat and scraping against the bone.
Zhang San cut off a piece of lamb, dipped it in the sauce beside him, and then placed the meat onto a small plate, passing it to Han Baiwen.
Han Baiwen's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he glanced at Zhang San and whispered, "Brother San, it's early in the morning to be eating this, can you even stomach it?"
