"Serves them right!" Lin Yi said with a sense of relief, then looked at Chen Wenjun, "With the wedding turning into such a fiasco, have you all had enough to eat?"
Chen Wenjun couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Dad, the banquet hasn't even started yet! As you said, with such chaos, who would have the appetite to eat?"
"Oh no! That's not good! Hurry, I'll make you a few dishes, and call the kids down to eat something." Lin Yi rushed to rummage through the fridge.
Lin Qin realized her stomach was rumbling with hunger and reckoned Lin Yi would just cook them some noodles.
Unexpectedly, after taking a shower upstairs and coming back down, she found four dishes and a soup on the table, along with a pot of freshly cooked white rice.
She was taken aback, "Dad, it's already this late and you're still making such a big spread! Steamed bass, braised pork, oil-braised shrimp, cold mixed water spinach, and abalone soup! Wow, you're something else!"
