"It actually tasted pretty good. Come to think of it, I rarely ate this sort of thing. What was this called?" Father Zhou looked at his son, who wore the expression of a food-show judge, and picked up a few bites himself. His expression was nowhere near as exaggerated as his son's, but overall, it really was quite good.
"This is..." Adwina had just been about to introduce the history and origins of Lund-style sausage salad when Zhou Mingrui immediately said:
"Western food, it's all Western food. This is German sausage, and this is Spanish seafood paella..."
Upon hearing that, Father Zhou promptly kicked his son under the table—
"You didn't make it, so who asked you to introduce it?"
"I was just afraid you'd hear place names like Lundburg or Feynapotter!" Zhou Mingrui thought indignantly. Adwina immediately understood and hurriedly apologized. "Ah, sorry."
Father Zhou had not yet realized what was going on, but Mother Zhou suddenly understood. She glanced at Adwina before saying:
"I get it, I get it. An occupational habit, right? Sometimes, once I start talking, I just love going on and on..."
Although that was not really the reason, Adwina immediately accepted the excuse and smoothly steered the conversation toward the troublesome students in her class—her ship.
As a teacher herself, Mother Zhou immediately resonated with that. The two of them chatted while eating, leaving Father Zhou, Zhou Mingrui, Fors, and Sharron off to the side.
Fortunately, they were at the dinner table to begin with, so no one felt particularly awkward. They ate, occasionally chiming in with topics Father Zhou threw out, and the atmosphere remained fairly harmonious.
Although the Spring Festival Gala had become increasingly boring for Zhou Mingrui and his parents, it was exceptionally novel to Fors and the other two.
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