Ni Jianren probably also knew that his act of running away was a bit embarrassing, so he still didn't show up by nightfall.
That evening, the family closed the courtyard gate and set up a table in the yard for dinner.
Qian, who was used to delicacies and paying attention to health, had no appetite when she saw the table full of home-cooked dishes.
"This thing is called water bamboo, it's a southern dish. I saw it at the market and bought some for you to try, Qian'er," Qu Xue said, sitting beside Qian, with Chen Lin opposite.
Qian moved her bowl away, "I don't want to eat."
Qu Xue's chopsticks awkwardly paused in the air. Seeing this, Chen Lin wanted to grab the bowl, but Qu Xue gave him a look, so Chen Lin lowered his head to eat, while Qian pursed her lips.
It was really stomach-turning to watch.
Some things, if you don't know, everything seems normal; once you do, everything just feels nauseating.
"Why isn't Dalong back yet?" Chen Lin asked about his son's whereabouts.
