Lately, Hu Tutu had been eating poorly and sleeping badly. Even her once-round little face had developed a pointed chin.
She wore a drooping face all day, her brows knotted with worry, as though something weighed heavily on her mind.
Naturally, seeing a formerly carefree child become like this caught quite a few people's attention.
One of them was Chen Changsheng, who stared at the half chicken left in the basin, lost in thought.
"Tutu used to finish a whole chicken every meal, but now she can only eat half. Has my cooking gotten worse lately?" Chen Changsheng dipped a finger in and tasted it. It tasted no different from before.
"Has she gotten tired of this dish? Looks like I'll have to adjust the secret recipe!" Chen Changsheng tipped the leftover chicken soup into the dog bowls of Liang Zai and Bie San, who had been eagerly waiting for it.
Watching Hu Tutu wrinkle her little face and sigh at the sky, Chen Changsheng could not help walking over and asking, "Tutu, has something been troubling you lately?"
Chen Changsheng's sudden voice startled the fretting Hu Tutu so badly that even the cowlick on her head stood straight up.
Hu Tutu hurriedly rose to her feet and told Chen Changsheng with a face full of forced smiles, "Third Senior Brother, no, nothing's troubling me. How could anything possibly be troubling me!"
Looking at Hu Tutu, who denied it vehemently while her face practically declared that she had nothing but troubles on her mind, Chen Changsheng did not insist that she tell him.
He merely stepped forward, stroked her fluffy head, and said softly, "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. But don't forget, you have so many senior brothers!"
Feeling the warmth on top of her