"Oh?"
Lu's father looked towards the kitchen just in time to see Song Yun carrying out a dish, and after a careful glance, he sighed.
Setting aside everything else, just the aristocratic demeanor of Song Yun was already overshadowing his own son.
"Dad, do we have guests?"
After setting down the dish, Song Yun casually wiped his hands on his apron and asked.
"Yes, this is your Uncle Lu and his family." Ye's father introduced, "Since you're here, why not stay and have some food?"
Lu's father nodded, observing his son's eyes blazing with anger and Song Yun's nonchalant demeanor, and quickly made a judgement.
Ye's father said with a smile, "Come on, everyone, let's raise a glass to thank Song Yun for the splendid meal he has prepared for us."
"A cook, acting all high and mighty..."
Lu Sihua was displeased that Song Yun had become the center of attention and muttered something under his breath.