"Sit down." Ou Shihua told his son, "Your mom worked hard today, pull a chair for her."
"Yes." Ou Yanan walked around the table and first pulled out a chair for Ou Chunhua.
Ou Chunhua sat down with a smile.
The whole atmosphere today seemed so warm and harmonious, as if the unsettling feeling she had when her husband suddenly asked her to come over was just a figment of her imagination.
The family sat down, and began to eat.
Ou Shihua picked up a piece of meat for his wife and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Ou Chunhua quickly shook her head, "It wasn't hard."
Following that, Ou Shihua's gaze fell on his son.
Ou Yanan held a bowl of white rice, seemingly unsure of what he was eating, remaining silent without any expression on his face.
