Downstairs, the servants were already serving the dishes one after another, and the large round table was filled with various delicacies.
The dining room was filled with a faint aroma.
The house was rarely this lively, and Ningyan had been prepared for it for a long time.
Lord Zhuo now watched his beloved wife bustling around, but he didn't help.
The little thing's culinary skills had improved tremendously, and he enjoyed this kind of homey flavor.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Ningyan was almost ready, "Alright, everyone, hurry and sit down to eat."
Feng Yihuan saw a lot of her favorite dishes and was very pleased.
Feng Yihang sat next to her, naturally picking out what she loved to eat and giving it to her.
This girl, he had watched her grow up, and he could say with certainty what she liked to eat.
"Thank you, Second Brother..."
"This soup is good for the brain, those of you who have exams should drink more of it."
"Thank you, Aunt..."
