Yang Dongfeng's face darkened; even his own father was like this!
Yang Xiong kept urging him to call for someone: "Go on! I haven't seen Liao Dongyuan since last time, but I heard he's a good person. Since today there's a chance to have him over for a meal, I'm counting on you, Zhao Jieyun, because I'm not good at these things."
"How about hot pot?" Zhao Jieyun said with a smile; "We have plenty of beef at home, plus some meatballs and vegetables. It's all ready, so bear with me. If I have to cook, it's quite tiring for me."
Everyone laughed, and Yang Xiong repeatedly said yes, then turned away with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't noticed the look of anger on his son's and granddaughter's faces.
