[Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but hahahaha.]
[Hmm... I feel like Wen Yanyu is being a little rude. Dad Sang is offering suggestions. As someone younger, shouldn't he at least respond, whatever the case?]
[Manners? Where we're from, good manners mean keeping your mouth shut and eating if you didn't help, unless there's something wrong with the food. Don't nitpick at the people who did the work.]
[Speaking of which, never mind the others who've never set foot in a kitchen, but wasn't Sang Huairen bragging about being a great cook? Bunny and Aunt Jiang were running around cooking for all these people. Why didn't he help out in the kitchen? What's he putting on airs for now? Heh, I can't even be bothered to roast him.]
He had been completely ignored.
Sang Huairen's expression darkened, and he was just about to say more.
Fu Hanchuan raised his eyes to meet his gaze, cold and distant. The fleeting flash of murderous intent was bone-chilling.
Sang Huairen paused, said he was full, and hurried away from the table.
Wen Yanyu swayed, leaning against the soft plush puppy behind him, and took a couple of bites. His abdomen ached unbearably, making his stomach cramp painfully as well.
Wen Yanyu went pale. He really couldn't eat any more, so he simply put down his bowl and prepared to go upstairs to rest.
"Yanyan." Jiang Wanrou stopped him. "You're not eating any more?"
A small portion of rice remained in the porcelain bowl on the table. Normally, anyone would have assumed he had simply left a little because he couldn't finish it.
If she hadn't known how much Wen Yanyu ate and deliberately served him only a scant half bowl, it would have been impossible to tell that the bowl's owner hadn't even