Mr. Fan took a very long time.
Other people's dishes had already been served for a while, but he was still sitting cross-legged in his chair without any movement.
Fan Sisi touched the somewhat cooled dishes and said to Yang Fan, "Fanzi, how about we start eating? I think my grandpa might take quite a while longer in this stance."
Yang Fan was actually already a bit hungry. Had the food not been brought out, and its aroma wafted to his nose, he would've almost forgotten that he hadn't had dinner yet.
But he still waved his hand and said, "Let's wait a bit. It feels a bit disrespectful to eat while your grandpa is sitting next to us. Let's wait a bit longer."
Fan Sisi laughed lightly, "There aren't that many rules."
But still, she obediently waited on the side.
After about another half hour, Mr. Fan finally opened his eyes.
By then, the dishes had completely cooled down, not even steaming anymore.
"I'll ask them to reheat the dishes," Yang Fan said.
