Chapter 72 Among the three generations of the Spencer family, he was the most gloomy.

Penelope thought Isabella's train of thought was a bit too fast. Everyone was still in the phase of adoration, how did it suddenly jump to marriage!

Penelope's face turned red, and as she turned her head, she found that Lyman's face beside her was even redder than hers.

Just as Lyman was about to speak, Zackary, who had been wearing a gloomy expression, suddenly blurted out, "Second sister, are you planning to change careers and become a matchmaker?!"

A chill ran down Isabella's spine. She turned around, looking at her brother who acted as if she owed him billions, utterly confused. Why was he acting so weird as soon as they met? She didn't seem to have offended her own brother, did she?!

"Zackary, do you have a hormonal imbalance or something? Why are you acting like a woman on her period?!"

After hearing Isabella's words, Zackary's handsome face became even more gloomy, especially thinking that Penelope was still here, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Cornelia simply couldn't stand her own children arguing as soon as they met. She quickly intervened, "Dinner is ready, since everyone is here, let's start eating!"

Cornelia pulled Penelope to sit beside her, persistently serving her food, "Penelope, you're too thin, eat more!"

"Try this braised pork ribs, I personally cooked it myself!"

Penelope hadn't really wanted to eat meat recently, but she couldn't refuse Cornelia's enthusiasm. She thanked her and quickly picked up the rib from the plate in front of her.

Originally, she was able to maintain a faint smile. But after taking a bite of this rib, her little face instantly stiffened as if she had been injected with botulinum toxin.

Why was it so disgusting!

Who gave her the courage to cook!

She really didn't want to eat such unpalatable braised pork ribs, but in order not to hurt Cornelia's young soul, she took another bite.

With a hopeful look on her face, Cornelia turned to Penelope, "Penelope, isn't the braised pork ribs I made especially delicious? Jayden loves my braised pork ribs the most! He said it's the best delicacy he's ever had!"

Upon hearing Cornelia's words, Penelope couldn't help but glance at Jayden. He was calmly eating a piece of red-braised pork rib. When he noticed Cornelia mentioning him, he indulgently smiled at her, "Hmm, wife, your cooking is the best!"

Penelope was dumbfounded. What kind of profound love could make one tell such a well-intentioned lie against their conscience? Jayden's love for Cornelia was definitely genuine!

Penelope looked at Cornelia, then at Jayden, the more she looked, the more she felt the invisible understanding and deep affection between the two were enviable.

Jayden was already in his early fifties this year, but his face didn't show much signs of aging. Sitting with Dylan and Zackary, he didn't look like a father, but more like a brother. Even more, the passage of time seemed to have made him more charming than the two brothers.

Cornelia looked exceptionally young. Many people's eyes become cloudy as they age, but her eyes remained clear and bright, as if she had never experienced hardship. She and Isabella already looked quite similar, appearing like a pair of sisters.

In the past, Penelope had heard others say that the Spencer family was absolutely a family of male chauvinists. Now it seemed, it was indeed not an exaggeration.

Jayden's genetic traits were particularly strong. Dylan and Zackary were almost carved from the same mold as him.

The same upright and noble stature, the same cold and stern brows and eyes, the same unparalleled in the mundane world.

The three of them, father and sons, looked strikingly similar, but their personalities were completely different. Therefore, even with identical brows and eyes, everyone could instantly tell who was who.

Jayden carried an unflappable calmness, as if he could remain composed even if Mount Tai were collapsing in front of him. His high-collared shirt exuded a strong sense of restraint. The innate nobility he possessed made people unable to resist looking up to him.

Dylan had a cold demeanor, sparing with his words, much like an iceberg. Yet, his coldness carried a brightness that made people involuntarily fond of him.

Zackary was truly cold and harsh, thin and cool, ruthless and merciless. Among the three generations of the Spencer family, he was the most gloomy.

If Ethan were still here, the people around the table would include his grandparents, his aunt, and his uncle. Unfortunately, Ethan was no longer with them, and he didn't even know that he had such a wonderful family.

Thinking of Ethan, Penelope's eyes welled up with tears again, unable to control the acidity.

Lyman had always known how terrible Cornelia's cooking was. Seeing Penelope's eyes welling up with tears, he thought she had been poisoned by Cornelia's food. He quickly took the rib from her hand and cheerfully stuffed it into his own mouth.

"Wow, the food Aunt Cornelia made was really delicious!"

"Bang!"

Zackary placed the chopsticks in his hand heavily on the dining table.

His gaze, cold and piercing, was locked onto Lyman's face.

He actually ate the braised ribs that Penelope had eaten half of! Who made them so close!

He was quite hungry originally, but now looking at this table full of food, he suddenly lost all his appetite.

Lyman also heard the noise Zackary made, his face lit up with laughter, "Zackary, you're full already? What, are you on a diet?"

Seeing Lyman staring at her, Penelope felt as though she should say something. She cleared her throat, "Well, Mr. Spencer really should lose some weight."

A chill ran through Zackary instantly, his handsome face dark as a storm cloud, ready to collapse.

Unaware of the low pressure around him, Lyman clung to Penelope's arm like a spoiled child, "Penelope, Zackary needs to lose weight, I'm in good shape, I don't need to diet, you feed me!"

"Penelope, I wanted to eat shrimp!"

After speaking, Lyman looked at him expectantly, cradling his chin and slightly opening his mouth, much like a puppy waiting to be fed a bone by its master.

Penelope simply couldn't resist the adorable Lyman. The stir-fried shrimp was right in front of her. She picked up a piece of shrimp and put it into Lyman's mouth.

Lyman ate to his heart's content, his baby face blooming into a smile like a flower.

Having tasted the sweetness of success from acting spoiled this time, he wanted more.

"Penelope, the shrimp you fed me was really delicious! I want to eat broccoli too!"

Lyman winked at Penelope with his star-like eyes, the cuteness of which reminded her irresistibly of Ethan, who used to act spoiled towards her.

Penelope's heart softened, and she fed him two pieces of broccoli in succession, "Mr. Hilliard, eat more!"

Lyman was so shameless that Isabella simply couldn't stand it anymore.

"Lyman, you're a grown man, letting a little girl serve you food, aren't you ashamed?"

Cornelia cast a disdainful glance at Isabella, "Isabella, this is marital intimacy, do you understand? No wonder you can't get married!"

Isabella, who couldn't get married, recalled her heartbreaking rejections time and time again, buried her head in her food, and couldn't be bothered to continue dealing with Lyman.

Lyman, however, was becoming increasingly radiant. He looked at Cornelia as if he was looking at a close friend, "Yes, romance! Aunt Cornelia, you're absolutely right! Penelope feeding me, me serving Penelope, hey, what a beautiful thing!"

"Penelope, would you feed me for a lifetime?"

"Bang!"

Before Penelope could respond, the cup in front of Zackary had already shattered on the table.