"Mm." Shen Qinglan responded lightly.
"Well... Qinglan," Mrs. Hong pointed at the soup bowl and said, "Let me wash it."
Shen Qinglan shook her head, "You all eat. I'll go see my sister and little nephew, and I'll wash it when I get back."
Mrs. Hong nodded, "Alright, alright, you go ahead."
Old Mr. Li chuckled and said, "Girl, why not sit down and eat a bit more?"
Shen Qinglan shook her head with a smile and said, "No need, Grandpa Li, I'm full!"
As a few of them saw her attitude, they felt a bit sour inside.
Why was she all smiles and polite to the old man, but always expressionless towards them?
When she left, everyone at the table finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Old Mr. Li glanced at them with a still smiling expression on his face.
When Shen Qinglan pushed the door open and went in, Shen Qingju was sitting in front of the cradle with a bowl of rice.
"You're here?" she said in a low voice, "Have you eaten?"
