Uncle Zhang smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits, and said, "Haha, as long as you like it! Come on, come on, sit down, I'll prepare it for you right away."

Having said that, he turned and walked into the kitchen. After a while, the sound of pots and pans colliding could be heard from the kitchen, which was full of the flavor of life.

Lin Zhiyue and Mu Yushang found a seat by the window and sat down, chatting about recent events while looking forward to the delicious food being served.

The sunlight shines through the window onto them, illuminating two smiling faces full of happiness. At this moment, it seems as if time has slowed down and all worries have been thrown away.

However, at this happy moment, Lin Zhiyue seemed to sense something and her smile froze slightly.

Her expression became a little strange, and an uncomfortable feeling of being watched quietly crept into her heart.

With her usual sharp intuition, she sensed that several gazes were like thorns in their backs, constantly falling on them.

Lin Zhiyue's brows wrinkled slightly, but a faint smile was still on her face. She casually turned her gaze away from Mu Yushang and turned her head to look around slowly without leaving a trace.

Soon, she locked onto the unusual table of guests.

There were three people at the table, and after thinking about it, she realized she didn't know these people.

When Lin Zhiyue's gaze was cast accurately over there, the people at the table who were originally chatting in low voices suddenly became quiet as if they were cast under a spell.

Their movements came to an abrupt halt, and even their eyes became evasive. They hurriedly lowered their heads, pretending to focus on the cups and plates in front of them, not daring to look Lin Zhiyue in the eye again.