The Huang family.
On Sunday, Father Huang was busy with work and didn't come back for dinner.
Jiang Wangya was already sitting at the dining table when a servant asked, "Madam, should we ask Miss Yan to come down for dinner?"
Jiang Wangya stopped the chopsticks in her hands and frowned. "No need. She's already so old. Why does she need someone to treat her to dinner? How big of a face does she have?"
"Leave," Jiang Wangya instructed impatiently.
She picked up the chopsticks again and heard the servant's respectful voice. "Miss Xiaoyan."
"Yo, our Eldest Miss has woken up," Jiang Wangya said sarcastically.
Huang Xiaoyan looked at the dishes on the table and smiled mockingly. "Jiang Wangya, the dishes that you arranged for the servants to cook are all dishes that you like and I hate."
Jiang Wangya looked puzzled. "Xiaoyan, haven't you never been picky?"
"Heh." Huang Xiaoyan sneered.
Never been picky?
