Seeing that nobody stopped him at the staircase, Wen Nan halted and patted his forehead: "No way, if my stomach is upset, I'll have no energy to study. I'll eat my fill first." As he spoke, he already sat by the table.
Wen Ke smirked: "I knew it, you glutton. No way you could give up such a delicious dinner, self-respect means nothing in front of good food!"
"Sis, just wait, there will come a day when you'll fall into my hands."
"..."
Uncle Wen Song had socializing obligations tonight, and Second Uncle Wen Bai was out of town. Mr. Wen's temperament had gotten calmer over the past two years, coupled with Little Pumpkin's deliberate cuteness, dinner felt especially relaxed.
This made Lu Qingqing, who was initially anxious around the Wen Family elders, feel much more at ease. However, she was startled by the unique dining table when dinner started, until Wen Su quietly pinched her, helping her cover her surprise with a smile and hurried to start eating.
