"Daddy, you look a little pale. Is the food not to your liking? Shall we have the servants make you another meal? We've nearly finished everything here. We can hardly ask you to eat our leftovers."
It would have been better if she had said nothing. The moment Jiang Shuyue opened her mouth, Jiang An nearly died of anger.
As the head of the household, it was already absurd that they had started eating without waiting for him. Yet they had picked the dishes clean, leaving barely a scrap of the Eight-Treasure Duck.
What was he supposed to eat?
Sitting there, Jiang An felt like an outsider.
He still had to stay calm and pretend to be magnanimous, shaking his head. "It's fine, it's fine. I'll just have a little of whatever's left. What matters is that you're happy."
"You're the pillar of our Jiang Family now. The whole family is counting on you, so don't stint yourself."
Jiang An picked up the last bit of duck and placed it in her bowl.
Jiang Shuyue immediately asked, [Huahua, check whether this piece of meat is poisoned.]
Zhou Yunshen: ...
Had Jiang An trained in some martial art? Could he really have acted that quickly right under my nose?
Huahua: [Your imagination really runs wild. The servants just brought out these pure silver chopsticks. Your father wouldn't have had a chance to poison anything.]
Jiang Shuyue swallowed the duck in one bite and flashed a sugary smile. "Thank you, Daddy!"
Huahua: [However, when you married in her place, your father was afraid that if you became pregnant someday, you would threaten Jiang Liuli's position and disrupt his plans. So he added a few things to your dowry to prevent you from conceiving.]
Cough, cough!
Crack!
Coughing and the sound of snapping