Fang Chenyi was speechless. Instead of celebrating at the five-star hotel they were already at, they insisted on going to his house.
But then again, 'Char and the others are much better cooks than the staff here,' he thought, so he nodded in agreement. On second thought, however, it was already past eleven at night. By the time they got back, it would be nearly one in the morning. If they got too loud, they wouldn't just disturb his parents—they'd bother the neighbors as well.
In the end, Fang Chenyi waved his hand dismissively. "It's too late tonight. Everyone's already asleep. Let's do it tomorrow. Tomorrow night, we'll have a big feast! For now, let's find a street food stall and grab some skewers!"
Principal Wang looked at the time and saw it was indeed too late. He chuckled sheepishly and nodded. "Hehe, I got so excited I lost track of time. We'll do what Brother Fang says. My treat, let's go grab some skewers."
