"Fooled by who?"
Someone nearby asked, confused.
"That's hard to say."
The person shrugged and spoke meaningfully.
Although no one said anything, it was obvious where everyone was looking.
All eyes were on Fei Zhenwu's table.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on him.
Since Zhou Huaihua, the one who spread those rumors, wasn't there, they could only stare at her husband.
Without his wife by his side, Fei Zhenwu looked a bit awkward and uneasy.
The expression on Fei Zhenwu's face kept changing.
'I really want to call Zhou Huaihua over right now and ask her what's going on. Didn't she say Song Qingya couldn't cook?'
'How could this be? It looks like they've all been won over by Song Qingya's food.'
This left him utterly bewildered.
The men at his table were usually all about drinking.
They loved to chat, and the dishes on the table were usually just for show.
At past gatherings here, everyone would be laughing and talking, their glasses clinking together.
