Ruan's father and mother were both beaming with joy, very folksy and kind, insisting it was no big deal.
Song Zhen personally took the fruit platter upstairs to the study.
A moment later.
Qi Lei stood guard at the door of the study, where two servings of black tea, a fruit platter, and three types of Chinese snacks were laid out on the coffee table.
The snacks were diced meat shaomai, twisted doughnuts, and fried spring rolls.
With sudden guests at home and having just moved in, the Qi family really didn't have much to offer, so they simply served these.
Seeing the food, Shi Ying's eyes lit up. He devoured them one after the other, and in no time all three plates were empty, even drinking all of Song Zhen's black tea.
Song Zhen speechless, "Didn't you eat dinner tonight?"
Shi Ying grinned, "You're right! I didn't eat dinner and was nearly starving. I didn't expect the Qi family's food to be this delicious. With such cooking skills, they could open a restaurant."
