The moment Mom spoke, everyone obediently found their seats and sat down.
[Even Big Brother had to listen to Mom when he came home at twenty-eight!]
Yan Xianjue sighed inwardly.
Yan Yi'an: "..."
He glanced at the empty seats belonging to Father Yan and Yan Ci, then stood up. "I'll go help bring out the dishes."
Yan Xianjue looked around the dining table. Only the women of the household and himself remained.
He raised his head and cautiously asked, "Then can I go too?"
"No!" the whole family said in unison.
Putting Yan Xianjue and the kitchen in the same sentence was no different from putting him and physics in the same sentence.
For tonight's dinner to proceed smoothly, everyone unanimously agreed that he should not be allowed to take on such a difficult challenge.
Yan Xianjue would not be helping in the kitchen; he would simply be causing trouble.
Feeling slighted, Yan Xianjue gave a dissatisfied snort and stubbornly said, "I didn't even want to go! Is it not comfortable enough waiting to be served?"
Father Yan, who was carrying the clay pot of rice to the table: ...
Sometimes, he really wanted to smash the clay pot into his son's face.
Did he really have no idea why he was banned from entering the kitchen?
*
Dinner had been prepared in advance by the household chef.
Whenever Yan Shan was home, outsiders generally were not kept in the Yan Household's main residence.
Even those who came to clean or cook tried their best to avoid Yan Shan.
After preparing the food, they would leave the main residence through the small side door by the kitchen.
Just like before, Father Yan and Mother Yan sat at the head of the table.
Yan Yi'an sat on their left, while Yan