"Xiao Qing, eat more, okay? The head chef knew you were coming today and specially made a lot of your favorite dishes. Come on, eat more and regain the vital energy you've lost these past few days."
Old Master Duan and Duan Tang both held brand-new serving chopsticks, ceaselessly serving An Yiqing, until her bowl was piled up like a little mountain of delicious food.
"Grandpa Duan, please eat too. Don't just focus on serving me; I have enough here."
An Yiqing hurriedly blocked Old Master Duan's motions, surreptitiously signaling Duan Tang with her eyes.
But the usually clever Duan Tang played dumb and smiled, "Eat more, it's good for you, you are indeed too thin."
An Yiqing glared at him, annoyed, and finally managed to stop Old Master Duan's frenzied serving.
"Girl Qing, have you found out who attacked your second brother?" Old Master Duan suddenly asked at the dinner table.
An Yiqing paused with her chopsticks and shook her head.
