At the end, she added, "If the guest at table eight wants to send more dishes my way, tell her that only if her Brother Triumph is richer than my Yan Ye will I accept her gifts; otherwise, they should just save it."
Lian Xinying finished speaking and gave Ke Yawen a disdainful smile across the way.
After the waiter left, Xiaocheng looked up and asked, "Mommy, who is Yan Ye?"
"That's your daddy!"
"Oh! So my daddy is Yan Ye!"
"Your daddy is called 'Daddy,' Yan Ye isn't for you to call," Lian Xinying corrected her son.
Xiaocheng puffed up his cheeks, eyeing the shiny golden chicken on the table, "Mommy, I want to eat the big chicken."
He hadn't even given the small capon on their table a second glance.
Of course, Lian Xinying wouldn't let Xiaocheng eat the chicken Ke Yawen had sent over.
"That was sent by a bad person, we can't eat it. If you want chicken, mommy will order it for you." Lian Xinying called the waiter over and ordered a serving of sliced chicken.