"You decide, you decide," Xia Yu didn't want to talk anymore.
Xia Ji unapologetically counted off six or seven dishes on her fingers before she finished, and Lu Xiao's eyes lit up with amusement at each dish she mentioned.
Out of the seven dishes, two were his favorites, which he really liked.
The rest of the dishes softened the expressions of the three men in the Xia Family considerably, and he understood why.
As expected, as soon as she finished speaking, the Xia Family's patriarch excitedly spoke up, "Xiaxia, you still remember what grandpa likes to eat."
Xia Ji smiled, "Of course, Grandpa, but you can't eat too much. Later, let's just have a bite, okay?"
"Eh eh, alright, alright," he agreed.
Xia Chui and Xia Yu exchanged a look, and Xia Chui cleared his throat to send Xia Ji away. In the vast hall, only Lu Xiao and the Xia Family's patriarch were left.
