The Second Brother, Who Is of Average Talent

As time passed, mealtime quickly arrived.

Old Mr. Ford casually swept his gaze over the crowd. "It's time for lunch, everyone. Please proceed to the dining room."

He stood up first, and the others followed suit, standing up in a sparse manner.

In the dining room, the staff served the dishes in an orderly fashion.

It was just a simple lunch, nothing particularly special. However, because of Cynthia's presence, the atmosphere felt subtly awkward and strange.

Especially when seeing Tristan personally peeling shrimp for Cynthia and picking out coriander from the soup for her, the shocked expressions on people's faces were comparable to those when seeing one of the world's top ten wonders.

Not only were the heads of other families stunned, but even members of the Ford family, both direct and collateral, were the same.

After all, Tristan had been personally trained by Old Mr. Ford.