After greeting the two of them, Shen Ru's mother turned and went back into the kitchen to finish cooking.
She had to have dinner ready before her husband got home from work.
So she never noticed Su Ziqiu's deathly pale face or his faltering steps.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Ru tilted his head, his gaze settling on the phone screen, which was still recording.
A searing, fiery red lit up his dark crimson eyes. The cleanliness before his naked eyes stood in stark contrast to the filth on the screen, the dripping blood almost an illusion.
The black-haired young man gave a soft laugh, his voice tinged with excitement and madness.
"How nostalgic!"
"Come on in. My mom's a great cook."
Su Ziqiu: "..."
Aaaaaah!
How was he supposed to set foot in there?!
Seriously, was sticking with this powerhouse really a good idea??
He was starting to look a little less reliable...
At the dining table.
Steaming dishes already covered the table.
The stewed meat sat in the center, surrounded by stir-fries and soups, all giving off tantalizing aromas.
The meat was firm and succulent.
Where the blade passed, taut layers of fat burst open.
Rich, tender, and sweet enough to make anyone's mouth water.
Shen Ru sat at the table with his long legs crossed, humming a tuneless melody and smiling with utter delight.
His gaze circled the earthenware pot holding the meat, then caught on a few white hairs along its rim.
His lashes fluttered gently.
Shen Ru's memories of his past life were actually quite hazy, but for some reason, his recollection of the night the puppy died became much clearer just then.
He remembered that his family used to have a little white puppy. One day, after school, his mother told him it had died.