In the banquet hall, Lian Yinseng and his wife had already arrived and, like the old lady, had a cold expression, though it wasn't as tense as before.
At this time, in the Lian Family, just like in previous years, Lian Yinseng carried himself with the authority of the family elder, meticulously asking about the matters of the younger members of the Lian Family, sparing no detail.
Although everyone had already arrived, the old lady had yet to allow the hotel to start serving the meal; Lian Yinseng's youngest son, hungry, somewhat petulantly asked his mother, "Mommy, I'm hungry, I want to eat."
The Lian wife glanced at the others and then said to the old lady, "Mom, can we start the meal now?"
"Someone hasn't arrived yet," the old lady said, hands tucked away.
"But Mom, I'm really hungry."
