Zhan Lingtao scratched his small chin awkwardly, living with Ou Xiaolan for a while, he had forgotten what the etiquette of a grand family looked like.
Despite disapproval of her grandson's manners and Ou Lan's cooking, Jing Nianhui didn't say anything at that moment, and instead, she elegantly put down her utensils, sitting with poise and nobility.
Ou Lan and Zhan Lingtao exchanged a silent glance and couldn't help but straighten their postures.
Seeing her mother eat, Zhan Anqi also curiously picked up a shrimp. She ceremoniously used the knife and fork to cut a piece of shrimp meat and put it into her mouth. The next second, without any image, she "ptui ptui ptui!"
Spit it all out.
Not only did she spit it out, but she also grabbed the water glass beside her and gulped down half a glass of water, "Damn, Ou Lan, the salt at Ailan Castle isn't bought with money, right? You trying to choke us to death?"
