In this meal, Xu Rui has become the protagonist. He has been bringing out topics to chat with his eloquence. Thus, the atmosphere wasn’t awkward, except for Yan Sha’s shunning, which was akin to a bucket of cold water pouring down on his head, and would always make his topic cut short. However, he showed a powerful mentality that even made Su Tao feel ashamed. The thickness of Xu Rui’s face was on a whole new level.

On the other hand, Su Tao was rather silent in this meal. In Xu Rui’s eyes, since he’s the disciple of Jiang Qinghan, that meant that Su Tao was someone from the later generation.

When the seniors were speaking, the juniors should keep silent. This has always been the table manners for Chinese.

Yan Sha practically loathed Xu Rui, and if it wasn’t for the sake of Su Tao’s cooking, she wouldn’t even consider being at the same table.

“Little Su, you’re cooking is pretty good. I’ll get the chef from my home to learn from you someday.” Xu Rui rubbed his stomach as he praised.

“Mr. Xu, you’re flattering me. I’m just whipping some home-cooked meals, how can it be comparable to your private chef?” Although Xu Rui appeared to be flaunting his wealth on the disguise...