In the resplendent dining room, a group of people took their seats simultaneously.

On the long mahogany dining table, two or three incense candles burned slowly, emitting a faint fragrance that not only refreshed everyone but also greatly stimulated their appetites.

Apart from that, the table was already laden with an array of dishes; these were exquisite rather than extravagant, perfectly embodying the essence of flavor, aroma, and appearance.

At this moment, facing these aromatic dishes, no one moved to eat; everyone sat quietly in their seats, seemingly waiting for something.

"Alright! We can start eating now!"

Just as impatience began to grow among the waiting diners, a figure emerged from the kitchen and carefully placed a dish from a tray onto the table.

It was a plate of fish, both the flesh and broth were pure white, resembling cheese in appearance.

Moreover, the whole fish looked exceptionally fresh, as if it hadn't been boiled at all, with only the scales missing while the rest of its details were intact, just like a fresh fish.

A delicate aroma constantly wafted from this plate of fish; it was neither greasy nor cloying, making everyone feel utterly relaxed as though every pore in their bodies celebrated the delightful fragrance.

This dish might not look particularly appealing, but its scent far surpassed the other dishes, and what concerned the diners around the table even more was the value of the dish.

The Snow Dragon Fish, worth a million US dollars, was cooked right there, leaving everyone speechless yet filled with intense curiosity, eager to taste what a million-dollar dish tasted like.

At that moment, the senior Mr. Jiang, who had been sitting at the head of the table, felt every cell in his body revive just from the fragrance, bringing him extreme comfort.

"What a wonderful aroma, Ye Feng has cooked a great dish!"

The more Mr. Jiang watched Ye Feng, the more satisfied he felt. Without delaying any further, he picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a small piece of fish, and savored it in his mouth slowly.

The fish was crispy yet melted instantly, spreading a wave of freshness across his tongue like a clean stream, the rich aroma instantly caused Mr. Jiang's pores to open fully, bringing him extreme comfort.

"Delicious! Delicious! Delicious!"

Mr. Jiang's eyes grew brighter as he uttered the word thrice; then, he ignored everyone else and began eating eagerly.

Seeing Mr. Jiang's behavior, the Jiang family members were extremely surprised as this was the first time they had seen Mr. Jiang give such high praise to a dish.

Immediately, everyone's interest was piqued, and they reached for their chopsticks to grab some Snow Dragon Fish.

However, just as their chopsticks were about to touch the plate, a hand reached out and tilted the entire plate upward, causing everyone to miss.

"Damn it! What the hell are you doing!" Monkey, seeing that it was Ye Feng who took away the plate, immediately yelled angrily.

Ye Feng seemed not to hear and simply spoke calmly:

"There's not enough Snow Dragon Fish for everyone! You better try the other dishes!"

After saying this, Ye Feng turned to Jiang Ying and smiled slightly, then he picked a lot of fish and placed it directly into Jiang Ying's bowl:

"There's plenty of fish, eat more!"

…

Damn…

At this moment, seeing this scene, almost everyone at the dinner table felt like cursing.

"You just finished saying the fish was too sparse for us to eat, and in the blink of an eye, you're saying there's too much fish and telling everyone to eat more."

Could you be any more unreasonable...

Everyone felt so frustrated they wanted to cough up blood, but since Xuelong had caught the fish and cooked the dish, they had no choice but to refrain from eating without his permission.

Jiang Ying's pretty face blushed with shyness, originally worried for Ye Feng, but now seeing how he easily handled the Jiang family members, she felt relieved.

Moreover, after the incident just now, her inexplicable fondness for Ye Feng had grown, making her feel as sweet as if she had eaten honey!

The Jiang Family's patriarch watched the scene unfold with a smile, not stopping nor scolding, just letting things take their natural course.

At this moment, the atmosphere around the dinner table had polarized: the patriarch, Jiang Ying, Jiang's father, and Ye Feng were getting along very well, eating the Xuelong fish while talking and laughing warmly.

Meanwhile, Jiang Lanlan and the others were extremely frustrated, smelling the fragrant fish while eating other dishes, feeling as if they had a fishbone stuck in their throats, making it hard to swallow.

"Grandpa, I want to discuss something with you!"

Just then, the little monkey spoke up.

His eyes darting around, he took a glance at the patriarch's expression before speaking out directly.

"What is it? Go on!" The old patriarch looked at his grandson briefly and said.

"Well... Grandpa! How about we get rid of your old junker? That kind of ratty car no longer suits the Jiang family's status. Plus, having such a car outside our fine manor might make others think we can't afford anything better!"

The little monkey then signaled his mother with his eyes before he continued.

Jiang Lanlan clearly agreed with her son, persuading together:

"Dad! The kid is right! The car is too decrepit; it hasn't been driven in two years, and it costs us a fortune in maintenance each year. It's simply unnecessary! Why not get rid of it, and we'll buy you a Cadillac, that would truly reflect our family's status in Mingzhu City!"

Hearing his daughter say this, the old patriarch set down his utensils and then looked around the table and asked:

"What do you all think? Do you agree with Lanlan and the kid?"

The Jiang Family's patriarch glanced around at everyone, his expression calm, betraying no emotions.

Those at the dinner table eagerly shared their thoughts, and after everyone had spoken, except for Jiang's father and Jiang Ying, the rest of the family, including Jiang Lantao, Jiang's mother, and even Qi Jian, agreed with the little monkey and Jiang Lanlan's idea, unanimously thinking the old car should be discarded.

Seeing this, the old patriarch pondered quietly, his profound gaze filled with deep disappointment.

"Ye Feng, what do you think?"

Just as Ye Feng was enjoying the Xuelong fish, the old patriarch suddenly turned to him and asked.

At these words, everyone at the table was stunned, somewhat puzzled why the patriarch would ask for Ye Feng's opinion.

After all, it was his first visit to the Jiang family, and he was just a junior chauffeur—what expertise could he offer!

Ye Feng was also taken aback, not expecting the old man would seek his advice. He wiped his mouth, scratched his head, and then glanced at everyone at the table before saying with a dry laugh:

"Ahem... If you are going to throw out the old car, make sure to tell me where you're dumping it, I'll go pick it up!"

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