He thought that Lu Mingyu usually treated him quite well, so he was probably just talking big and wouldn't actually do anything.
But he was wrong. Lu Mingyu didn't hold back at all.
He came right at him.
After the two of them washed up, they went downstairs.
The moment they came down, they smelled breakfast. Mother Song was carrying dishes to the table. Seeing them, she waved them over. "The food's ready. Eat before you go to work."
There was seafood congee, all kinds of side dishes, and pan-fried stuffed flatbreads. Everything smelled delicious.
Father Song came out, wiping his hands, and grinned broadly. "I thought you two didn't cook, so there definitely wouldn't be anything in the kitchen. But when I opened it, I found so many ingredients, so I made breakfast. If there's anything you want for dinner, tell me and I'll make it for you."
"Uncle, you don't need to go to so much trouble," Lu Mingyu said.
Father Song waved his hand. "Cooking is my favorite thing in life. The ingredients in your fridge are all so fresh. Hurry and try it, see if I've ruined your ingredients."
There were specially hired servants here to cook, all according to Lu Mingyu's tastes.
That ancestor had an extremely picky palate, and the food in the fridge was outrageously expensive. Song Shi'an nudged Lu Mingyu worriedly and asked quietly, "The things my dad made... they're not expensive, are they?"
Lu Mingyu said, "These were specially prepared. I originally planned to have the auntie cook them for your parents, but I didn't expect Uncle to do it himself."
"What are you two whispering about? Let me hear too." Mother Song saw them murmuring to each other and wanted to listen in.
Song Shi'an stopped whispering. "I was just