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When she was young, she had followed her grandfather to the imperial capital and participated in the presidential banquet. But that time, she had only seen the second young master of Jun Family, Jun Moshang. She had not seen this Eldest Young Master at all.
Was it because of Lu Yiyao?
Lu Yiyao's expression was very calm. There were no ripples in his eyes, making it hard for others to see what he was thinking.
Actually, he was just as doubtful as Lin Ange.
Lin Yanyan was the son of him and Lin Ange. Jun Linchuan thought so highly of him probably because of him or Lin Ange? Who could it be?
Although he was well-known, he had never interacted with the people from the presidential palace. The Helan Family had some relationship with the imperial city, could it be because of Lin Ange?
Thinking of this, Lu Yiyao's heart inexplicably tightened. He felt depressed, and there was an indescribable taste in his mouth.
The two of them continued to ponder and quietly watch.
"How could my grandson not be able to bear it?"
Jun Linchuan's expression became serious. The light in his eyes became extremely cold and his tone became much colder.
"Eldest Young Master …"
Lu Jinhui's heart tightened as his breathing quickened and his face turned pale. He bent his body slightly and tightened his grip on the cane in his hand.
"Alright, Master Elder Lu, don't worry. I just like this child, and I don't mean to say 'rob him.' "
Jun Linchuan saw the sudden change in his face and his expression slowed down. He restrained his anger and then smiled.
"Thank you, Eldest Young Master, for your love. Yanyan, thank you, Grandpa Eldest Young Master …"
Lu Jinhui's heart sank and his expression became unnatural. He was unwilling and unable to resist.
"Thank you, Grandpa Eldest Young Master …"
Lin Yanyan lowered his head and said happily as he looked at the patch of yellow hanging around his neck.
"Yanyan, you should call me Grandpa Gan now …"
Jun Linchuan laughed, his eyes rippling with the light of love.
"Grandpa?"
Lin Yanyan raised his head and looked at him. His small, jade-like face was flushed red.
Jun Linchuan was becoming more and more fond of him. He hugged him with one hand and gently pinched his cheek.
"Yes, goddam grandpa …"
"Grandpa …"
"Ai, how obedient."
Lu Jinhui looked at their interaction and unknowingly, a tinge of worry appeared on his face. Complicated emotions rolled in his eyes. Endure, unease, and even a trace of helplessness.
"Eldest Young Master, father, are we still going to talk while we eat?"
Lu Yiyao said warmly as he noticed the subtle atmosphere.
"Eldest Young Master, quickly, please …"
Lu Jinhui quickly made a "please" gesture.
"Alright."
Jun Linchuan answered and carried Lin Yanyan to the restaurant.
The main dining hall of Cheng Garden was very big, comparable to a five star hotel.
Decoration style, antique. The tables and chairs were all made of golden silk and zhennan wood.
The dining table was huge, with a pot of magnolia in the middle. The orchids are light and noble. The tableware had been placed in a completely Western style.
Jun Linchuan insisted that Lin Yanyan should sit beside him, so Lu Jinhui naturally didn't dare to say anything more. He deliberately made Lu Sen adjust his seat and moved Lin Yanyan's seat next to Jun Linchuan.
At such a large dining table, there were only eight people.
Jun Linchuan naturally sat in the main seat. To his right was Lu Jinhui, then Lu Hongzhan and Gong Hantian. On the left were Lin Yanyan, Lin Ange, Lu Yiyao, and Lu Yixun.
Thus, Lu Yiyao and Jun Linchuan sat opposite each other.
The two people's gazes seemed to meet, but they inadvertently moved away from each other.
Although Lu Jinhui had been trying his best to suppress his mixed emotions, his face was clearly more depressed than when Jun Linchuan first came in.
Then, Cheng Garden Manager Lu Sen arranged for servants who wore the same clothes to pass the dishes to them one by one.
Considering Jun Linchuan's eating habits, it was a Western cuisine banquet.
Herbal, Soup... All the way to the fruit, it was completely in the order of Western cuisine.
Although Lin Yanyan didn't need anyone to take care of him and he used his knife and fork extremely well, Lin Ange still helped him from time to time. Looking at the shiny golden thing hanging around his neck, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Jun Linchuan didn't say anything at the table, so the others naturally didn't dare to say anything. Even Lin Yanyan only ate in silence. It was only when they were done with the fruits that Lu Jinhui spoke respectfully.
"Eldest Young Master, is it to your liking?"
"Not bad."
Jun Linchuan took the napkin and wiped his mouth.
His tone was light, the two simple words were filled with the arrogance of one looking down on the world.
The Western cuisine chef of Cheng Garden and the culinary arts of Michelin restaurant were on par with each other.
Normally, ordinary people wouldn't be able to eat it. Unexpectedly, Jun Linchuan didn't give a high evaluation.
It was no wonder that he had grown up abroad, and his eating habits had become completely Westernized. With his special identity, what he enjoyed was naturally not the treatment of an ordinary person.
"Eldest Young Master, I'm really sorry. A Western Chef with Cheng Garden naturally cannot be compared with the chefs of Eldest Young Master's residence in terms of craftsmanship. "
Lu Jinhui's seemingly humble words had a 'something else' meaning to it.
"If that's the case, then it's already pretty good."
Jun Linchuan curled his lips and said lightly.
Lu Yiyao put down his knife and fork. He leaned towards Lin Ange and said lovingly.
"An An, have some fruits."
"Mm. Alright."
Lin Ange looked at him, her long lashes like a comb blinking once, her eyes brimming with a smile.
Jun Linchuan's deep gaze seemed to slide past the two of them without finding anything. A slightly cold ray of light flashed across the bottom of his eyes and disappeared in a short moment.
However, Lu Jinhui caught it clearly. His mood became heavy.
After the meal, Jun Linchuan suggested that they take a walk around the garden. Taking into account his body, Lu Jinhui let his two sons accompany him. Unexpectedly, Jun Linchuan only wanted Lu Yiyao to accompany him alone.
Lu Jinhui didn't have much to say, so he could only obey him.
On the other hand, Lu Hongzhan felt that he had lost a lot of face, and the jealousy in his heart towards Lu Yiyao deepened by a lot.
The four corners of the glazed palace lamps were lit up at the same time.
The night was dark and a light breeze blew.
The orange light fell on the two of them, casting long shadows.
Lu Jinhui's pupils contracted as he looked at their backs, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
"Cough, cough …"
As the wind blew, his tense body couldn't help but shudder. His throat felt a little uncomfortable and he began to cough lightly.
"Dad, it's a bit cold outside. Let's go in."
Lu Yixun said softly as she rushed over to support him.
"Alright."
Lu Jinhui did not resist. With a frown, he glanced at Jun Linchuan and Lu Yiyao's fading figures once again.
The two of them walked side by side, and their figures were similar.
On the horizon, a bright moon hung in the sky, emitting a quiet halo of light.
The entire Cheng Garden was enveloped in this beautiful night.
The air was somewhat quiet.
No one dared to speak loudly. Even Lin Yanyan spoke less loudly than usual.