Moreover, until now, Father Lu is still kept in the dark.

Father Lu is usually busy with the company. If it weren't for the distinguished guests coming to the house tonight, he might not be back on time for dinner.

Therefore, he only knew that tonight's guest was the author of "Skylark".

He originally thought that the composer should be a little older, a music professor or something like that, but when he saw Fang Xing, he felt that he was too young.

However, he didn't think too much and simply regarded Fang Xing as "Zhuang Zhou".

Lu Xiang'er pulled out a chair and waved Fang Xing over to sit down.

Fang Xing walked to the chair and did not sit down. Instead, he stood and made eye contact with Lu Xiang'er.

the other side.

Father Lu was about to sit down at the main seat and then began to greet the guests for dinner.

Mother Lu put the fruit basket on the coffee table, grabbed her husband, and reminded her in a low voice: "The guest's name is Fang Xing. 'Zhuang Zhou' is a pen name. Don't call him weird."

Father Lu has also seen the world, so naturally he won't make a fuss. He walked to the head of the dining table and said, "Sit down quickly. Don't wait for her. Let her go and do her work. Sit down quickly."

While saying hello, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Fang Xing waited for his host to sit down before sitting down upright.

After all, it was my first time as a guest, so I was a little cautious.

Lu Xiang'er was more relaxed. After all, this was her home. She usually laughed and laughed with her parents, and it was normal for her to talk back to her occasionally, so there was no need to be nervous at all.

She pulled out the chair, sat down next to Fang Xing, then pointed to the dishes on the table and said, "This is made by my mother, just try it. This is made by my aunt, it is very delicious."

Mother Lu came up with the soup. When she heard her daughter's words, she immediately glared and said, "Xiao Xiang, why would you want to undermine my mother like this?"

Lu Xiang'er stuck out her tongue and started laughing.

Father Lu began to advise on the dish: "This fish is very fresh. I asked a friend to fly it over this morning. You must try it. Use your chopsticks and don't be polite."

"Okay." Fang Xing nodded, and after both Father and Mother Lu moved their chopsticks, he took a piece of fish and tasted it.

"How's it going? I steamed it with a stopwatch." Mother Lu asked enthusiastically.

"It tastes very good, very fresh." Fang Xing praised in a serious tone.

Lu Xiang'er frowned and muttered: "Are you sure you're not very salty?"

"Hey!" Mother Lu glared at her daughter.

Lu Xiang'er stretched out his chopsticks and took a bite of the fish.

Mother Lu asked: "How is it?"

Lu Xiang'er muttered: "Why wasn't it so good when it was cooked for me before? There's something wrong with you, Mom."

"It's all a waste to feed such a good fish to your stupid girl." Mother Lu also began to scold her daughter.

The mother and daughter actually started to tear each other down, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

The Lu family doesn't have many rules at the dinner table.

Father Lu started chatting while eating and started asking some career-related questions.
Chapter completed!