Tiandu in the evening, at the residence of the Martial King.
At this moment, within the vast living room, Gu Chen was having dinner with his second uncle's family.
"Eldest son, how about it—are the dishes to your liking?" Aunt Xu Qinge looked at Gu Chen expectantly and asked.
Gu Chen took a bite of the food, smiled, and nodded, saying, "Auntie's cooking has improved quite a bit—if you ask me, it's no less than the imperial chefs in the palace."
"Really?" Hearing this, Xu Qinge's eyes immediately lit up.
"Of course, why would I lie to you, Auntie?" Gu Chen smiled and nodded affirmatively.
"Why do I feel like it's the same as before, no difference at all?" Beside him, his second uncle Gu Chengfeng took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and muttered quietly.
"Just eat your food, shut your mouth!" Aunt Xu Qinge had good hearing, and upon hearing this, she immediately gave her second uncle an annoyed look.
The latter immediately shrank his neck and dared not speak further.