She would be leaving soon anyway.
Despite having two children of her own, her household essentially only had one.
Meng Yunhan did not offer to help in the kitchen.
Little Huzi sat in Yun Hao's lap, Yun Hao fanning him with a palm-leaf fan. The electric one remained unused.
Lunch was undeniably simple.
Although there was meat, given the size of the crowd and the children's fondness for it, the parents could not help but be sparing.
"Little sister, you should eat too. Look how skinny you are, you should eat more meat," Meng Yunjian said with a deliberately scornful tone.
Meng Yunhan looked at the fatty meat, wanting to reply that she only ate lean meat.
Even Little Huzi didn't fancy fat-laden meat much.
They ate their vegetables, watching others partake in the fatty meat.
The food was barely satisfying.
Even Little Huzi could not hide his distaste.
He had wanted to complain to his mother, but cooled off at his father's stern gaze.