Chapter 889 The father of little rascal Xiao Wang is (5)
Xia Hao, speaking, picked up a set of brand-new chopsticks and deftly served each person at An Yiqing’s table a delicate, translucent, perfectly rounded Little Bun. The sight of the dumplings instantly whetted everyone’s appetite, and they cast aside any pretense of decorum, devouring the food voraciously.
"Mmm, delicious. Auntie, the master chef’s skills just keep getting better!" An Yiqing took a bite of the soup dumpling and internally sang praises. It had been too long since she had tasted this flavor; it was full of memories.
"As long as you all enjoy the food, that’s good. You’ve come to support Xiao Haozi with his final exams, and your uncle and I don’t have much to offer. The least we can do is make sure you’re well fed," Mother Xia said with a loving smile. "Qingqing, you eat first. I still have things to take care of at the office."
Mother Xia reminded Xia Hao several times to take good care of An Yiqing and the others before she reluctantly left.
The restaurant’s door flew open with a loud "bang", startling the patrons who glanced over with furrowed brows.
At the entrance stood an elderly lady in her seventies, dressed in a colorful, flamboyant dress, hands on her hips, and with a face full of anger.
"Xia Hao, get out here! Where’s Xia Laoer? Your family is really pushing the limits. How dare Xia Hao bully our Xiao Pheng! Come out, all of you, now!"
As her words echoed, the door was rudely pushed open again, and a tall, imposing middle-aged man appeared with a couple who looked to be in their thirties.