"How do you mean?"
Mrs. Gu became interested and glanced at Gu Beihuai and then at Tang Chuxia.
Tang Chuxia ignored Gu Beihuai's warning look and beamed, "Of course, it's because Brother Beihuai loves Aunt Hong's cooking the most. As long as it's Aunt Hong's food, he eats until he's almost in tears!"
Gu Beihuai: ...
Mrs. Gu: ...
Something about this doesn't feel right?
Sure enough, before Gu Beihuai could interrupt, Tang Chuxia continued, "So Aunt Hong, let Brother Beihuai eat a little more!"
She sighed regretfully, "It's a pity I'm full; if I hadn't eaten at home, I would've surely enjoyed Aunt Hong's cooking too!"
Mrs. Gu was charmed and happy.
She gestured Tang Chuxia to feel at home, letting her eat canned fruits on the side while she loaded Gu Beihuai's plate with food.
Gu Beihuai ground his teeth.
He was already full.
It tasted awful.
But he couldn't say it.
Adding insult to injury, Tang Chuxia sat across from him, pulling faces.
It was an obvious taunt.
