Sitting across from Li Qianqian, Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help but choke on her words, almost spitting out his food.
His actions made Jiang Yun frown unconsciously, and he didn't take any more dishes in front of Wu Xiaoyu.
Mu Feiyan was even more blunt and said, "Wu Xiaoyu, how can anyone eat with you acting like this?"
"Why can't they eat? He didn't even spit out the food!" Mu Zhuangfei nonchalantly took a piece of food in front of Wu Xiaoyu and began lecturing Mu Feiyan.
Sitting next to him, Wu Xiaoyu felt so embarrassed his feet wanted to find a hole in the ground. Uncle! You're just too straightforward! Are you really trying to help me out here? Is this how you help?
Li Qianqian, who had always considered Wu Xiaoyu her closest confidante, naturally didn't care if he had spat into the dish, took a bite, and praised as she chewed, "Auntie, your cooking is amazing! This dish is delicious!"
Jiang Yun awkwardly smiled and said, "If you like it, have some more!"
