Father and son had reverted to their previous state where they could not stand each other.
It was as if both had forgotten that just one day before, they had sat by Shu Wan's bed, patting each other's shoulders, comforting one another.
"Just make do with this, you can't buy much late at night."
If it weren't for the fully laden table, Shu Wan might have really believed the "make do" in Fu Yang's words.
After eating too much ancient natural food, suddenly trying modern snacks with various seasonings, she surprisingly missed them.
"Does it taste good?"
While asking, Fu Siyu reached out to wipe the chili flakes from the corner of Shu Wan's mouth.
Fu Yang was about to eat his grilled sausage when he saw this scene and suddenly couldn't eat anymore.
He silently turned towards the window, turning his back to them, trying to turn down the brightness of the light bulb.
Shu Wan and Fu Siyu both noticed Fu Yang's subtle actions and smiled helplessly at each other, shaking their heads.
