Although he had known Shen Fangli for several months, this was still his first time visiting the Shen Household.
Led by Shen Fangli, he took a brief look around the Shen Household's living room and admired the ornaments Shen Fangli had bought at auction, as well as President Shen's paintings.
In truth, President Shen was quite willing to spend money on his wife and daughter, and he was not particularly stingy.
It was just that compared to second- and third-generation rich heirs, someone who had built his fortune from scratch was relatively less extravagant.
A moment later, the two sat down on the sofa. As Shen Fangli made him tea, Yan Xianjue suddenly sensed that something was off.
"Wait, wasn't it agreed that your dad was treating me to dinner? Where is he?"
"Don't tell me he changed his mind at the last minute?"
Shen Fangli: "..."
Yan Xianjue had been inside for ages and had already finished a cup of tea before remembering her dad. Shen Fangli did not even want to complain anymore.
She looked at Yan Xianjue speechlessly. "Is my dad the type to run away at the last minute?!"
"And it's just a meal, not a bomb disposal mission! Is there really a need to be this tense?"
Shen Fangli was genuinely speechless. She pointed toward the kitchen. "My dad said that since it's your first visit, he wants to make one of his signature dishes."
Yan Xianjue pondered for a moment before seriously asking Shen Fangli, "Is your dad trying to make a point?"
"Hm?" Shen Fangli could not follow his train of thought for a moment.
Then she heard Yan Xianjue add, "Like, he doesn't even let you do housework at home, so you definitely shouldn't have to work hard when you come to