Lin Xiuqing was suspicious too. Seeing how secretive father and son were being, she felt it could not have been as simple as cleaning the bottom of the boat. Otherwise, what was there they could not talk about?
Besides, who stayed up in the middle of the night to clean a boat? What could be so urgent?
But neither of them seemed inclined to talk about it, and both kept changing the subject. Asking now would get her nowhere. Mother Ye had just asked and had the question bounced right back at her.
After thinking it over, she swallowed her questions. She would ask later, when they were back in their room.
The adults' back-and-forth conversation worked out nicely for Ye Chenghu.
While the adults were engrossed in talking, he quietly sneaked back into his seat, picked up his chopsticks, and carefully shoveled rice from his bowl, trying not to make a sound. He also took as little food from the shared dishes as possible to avoid attracting attention.
While the adults were talking, he hurried to get a few more mouthfuls in. Ideally, they would not finish talking until he had finished his meal.
The Old Lady watched him with a smile, and he kept his index finger pressed to his lips, reminding her not to make a sound and to let him get his meal safely into his stomach first.
Otherwise, who knew what would be waiting for him in a moment?
Everyone had actually noticed. They were merely pretending not to know and leaving him alone.
After quickly finishing his rice, Ye Chenghu slipped quietly away from the table and back to his room. Only when Ye Chenghai came over from next door to call him to school did he quickly put on his schoolbag and run