Gu Chengyu, who was just watching the road nearby, had no clue about Gu Lan's thoughts. If he knew, he would definitely shout for justice. It's not that he doesn't like eating; it's that he feels embarrassed about eating alone.
The men working in the fields were preparing to go home, happily chatting with the children and women who came to call them for meals. The fields were lively, and light smoke was already rising from the chimneys of the village houses.
Gu Chengyu was about to reach the Gu Family's field, ready to head home with the Gu Family's men.
"Dad," Gu Chengyu approached the edge of the field, saw Mr. Gu, and called out, then greeted the elder and second brothers behind him.
"Why are you out so late today? Where did you play? Does your mother know?" Mr. Gu saw his youngest son and smiled even before speaking. The saying about the youngest son being the apple of an old man's eye holds true.
