Chapter 890 Training Camp

The dining table was fully laden with a variety of delectable dishes that were so tantalizing in look, smell, and taste, that it was hard for them to believe such a feast had been prepared by these bigwigs who, seemingly, wouldn't dirty their hands with menial tasks.

"Hello, uncles."

The children, somewhat reserved, greeted and then became even more restrained sitting at the table, not knowing where to put their hands and feet.

Especially Wang An'an, whose little face was flushed red.

"Don't be so tense. Try the dishes my master and dads have made. They're really delicious," Ruanruan said as she loaded some food into Wang An'an's bowl before starting her own meal.

Actually, without even tasting, one could tell they were incredibly appetizing just by looking and smelling.

Su Yan leaned back in his chair lazily, holding his bowl as if he didn't have a bone in his body.