"Does Xiaoyou like broccoli? I'll give you mine."
Feng Zheyu also noticed that Lu Xiaoyou glanced several times at the broccoli on the old man's fork, so he wanted to share the broccoli from his plate with Lu Xiaoyou.
"No, I came today to discuss both families' wedding with Grandpa and Little Phoenix. I've been thinking about how to start the conversation, so I was a bit distracted."
Lu Xiaoyou made a smooth recovery.
When she mentioned the family wedding, Feng Zheyu's expression became more serious. He was naturally happy to marry Lu Xiaoyou, yet he had a very strong premonition that this wouldn't be easy to accomplish.
The old man's face showed no emotion. The elder had long become shrewd, and his true thoughts and attitudes were completely different from what he displayed on the surface.
The old man appeared relaxed, as if the union between the two families was not a big deal in his eyes.
