Jiang Sifan didn't say a word. He silently picked up a pork rib, took a bite, chewed, and swallowed.
Wen Wan, sitting beside him, asked softly, "Is it good?"
Jiang Sifan nodded. "It's okay."
Jiang Silu glanced at him, the corner of her mouth quirking up, but she didn't call him out on it.
Watching her children eat, Jiang Yixia's eyes began to redden, but she held back the tears.
She lowered her head and took a sip of soup. It was scalding, making her eyes redden even more.
Under the table, Lu Fan reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
Jiang Yixia shot him a glare and pulled her hand away.
Lu Fan just smiled. He didn't reach for her hand again, simply picking up his chopsticks to continue eating.
After dinner, Jiang Silu helped Jiang Yixia clear the dishes. Jiang Sifan and Wen Wan sat on chairs in front of the flower shop, watching the city nightscape.
Wen Wan leaned against Jiang Sifan's shoulder and said softly, "Your mom is a really good person."
