Outside the door, voices clamored, but inside the Su Family hall, the atmosphere was heavy.
After Liu Jun, Zheng Weimin, and the others dispersed, Zhao Yaxin patted her daughter's little head, signaling her to go play with her little cousin.
Su Yingying darted out of the kitchen like a little cannonball, rushing to Su Lin with her arms raised, and shouted crisply:
"Little cousin, you came to play with me again!"
She opened her arms, asking for a hug.
The meat that little cousin brought last time left a lingering taste for her—even though she didn't know that the "generous" cousin took five pounds of meat from her house afterward, letting her miss a few good meals.
Su Lin conveniently picked her up, and the little one giggled gleefully.
Su Qi's gaze swept over with a barely perceptible gentleness, but it quickly returned to its usual sternness.
"Is the meat all gone?" Su Qi asked straightforwardly, "The household is tight right now, we'll have to wait a few days."
