Inside the dining room of the Ming family's old residence, a crystal chandelier cast warm yellow light over a dining table set with an exquisite spread of eight dishes and one soup.
Elder Ming sat at the head of the table, leisurely picking up a piece of steamed perch with his chopsticks.
Míngxuān sat opposite him, his expression gloomy, stabbing his chopsticks into his bowl for ages without taking a single bite. *(Internal monologue: It's finally time for my performance!)*
Chapter 161