Brother Li saw the visitor staring at the portrait of his family, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
"The woman in the portrait is really beautiful, who is she?"
Brother Li didn't know how to introduce the identity of the person in the portrait, so he casually said, "She is an old friend of mine."
Lu He didn't pursue further questions.
She followed the man to the dining hall.
The table was filled with homemade dishes like chicken stew with mushrooms and sweet and sour ribs, unlike the luxurious abalone or shark fin soup from wealthy families.
The vast dining hall had them sitting at opposite ends, eating so far apart that speaking seemed as if it required a telephone call.
Lu He felt a bit uncomfortable, and stopped eating after just a little.
Brother Li looked at Lu He somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"
Lu He smiled slightly at this moment, "No, it's just that I'm not used to it, feeling that this distance makes us even farther apart."
