Bab 503: Cooking

Banxia didn't lie to me. The dinner was very sumptuous.

My uncle was already waiting for me at the table.

He was very thin. His face had an old sickly look, but his eyes were very spirited. When he looked at me, his face was always full of a kind smile.

I felt like I had a mental problem. My uncle treated me very well, but I didn't feel connected to him at all. I suspected that I was born cold-blooded. Or I had lost my feelings like I had my memory.

Mrs. Ma Ji stood beside him, putting food in his bowl.

Mrs. Ma Ji occupied a strange position in the family. She was not my aunt, but she was also Mrs. of the family. To put it plainly, she was a mistress.

Her uncle treated her as if she were his assistant, secretary, and bodyguard. Mrs. Ma Ji always tried to get into my good book, but I was cautious around her for some reason.

"You're finally back?" My uncle smiled.

I sat down, and Banxia quickly scooped some soup for me.