Han Zhengyu found that Gu Shengge's state was a little strange.

After finishing the afternoon of games, Han Zhengyu shook his dizzy head, ran to the table and sat down in three steps and two steps. He leaned back in his chair for a few seconds before he realized something was unusual. He turned his head and looked at Gu Shengge, who was sitting next to him peacefully, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Gu Shengge, who used to pour good juice for him every day, only sat down on the chair next to him after serving his own meal today, and then waited for the banquet to start expressionlessly.

For this strange phenomenon that has never appeared before, Han Zhengyu is a little confused.

Are you blaming yourself for leaving him to play games when he has a fever? Han Zhengyu thought with a headache. That's not it, is it...... Gu Shengge's headache and brain fever have almost never stopped since he was a child, and fever is even more common, but it is useless to take care of him Han Zhengyu any time?

Pouting irritably, Han Zhengyu glanced at Gu Shengge, who was obviously distracted, and blocked for a long time, but he didn't pull down his face and asked why the man didn't serve him food. He tried his best to suppress the inexplicable unhappiness in his heart, picked up the bowl and put it down, the bone china bowl with gold thread was smashed by him, but there were only two of them on the huge dining table, and even Wu's mother, who was cooking, was quietly busy in the kitchen.

Han Zhengyu looked at Gu Shengge, who was unresponsive, and inexplicably felt angry, and for a moment he only felt like a clown jumping off the beam, making jokes in Gu Shengge's mocking eyes - he slammed the table with a bang, and shouted angrily at the kitchen behind him

"Mother Wu!!Where's the meal!What time is it, you haven't done it yet!Do you want to starve to death sincerely!"

"It's coming, it's coming!" The woman who was busy in the kitchen hurriedly wiped her hands with her apron, picked up the soup pot that was tumbling in front of her and hurriedly sent it to the table, but before she could fill the soup and plug the young master's mouth, the voice of a woman's complaint sounded in Wu's mother's ears without surprise - Wu's mother sighed silently, and sure enough, she still did not escape the lady's number today.........

"Mother Wu, how many times have I said it, please trouble you to be quick with your hands and feet, okay! Zhengyu is the time to grow his body, he exercises so much every day, what should he do if he is a little hungry! Ouch, you can wait a while, the soup is so hot, how can you let him drink this, this is easy to induce esophageal cancer, do you know ......?"

The woman who complained about walking down the stairs was petite and thin, but she was very well-dressed. Even when she is at home, she is also dignified wrapped in a well-cut water-colored cheongsam. The hair bun is high, the cloud temples are half loose, and a pair of slightly raised apricot eyes always faintly reveal a shrewd taste. She walked to the dining table without saying anything, pushed the soup in front of Han Zhengyu away with one hand, picked up his bowl with the other, and walked to the kitchen to fill him with a bowl of rice neatly. The two turquoise bracelets between her white wrists collided with each other with her movements, and the bell rang, she gently glanced at Gu Shengge, who was sitting on the side silently bowing his head and drinking soup, her face was silent, but the bowl she was about to hand to Han Zhengyu was heavily fixed by her on the mahogany dining table, and suddenly made a dull sound.

Gu Shengge paused for a second, then lowered his eyes and continued to concentrate on drinking the soup in his bowl. The dining etiquette is extremely standard, and there is no sound. The woman caught a glimpse of him as if nothing happened, clenched her palms, and pushed the full bowl of rice to Han Zhengyu, and the next second, the white fingers poked at her son's forehead with care, "You! It's really not long-hearted, others only know their own mouth, which one can take care of you! If you don't fight yourself, you just wait to starve to death!"

She said this extremely loudly, and for a while, not only Han Zhengyu's face was a little embarrassed, but even Mother Wu, who turned around and went back to the kitchen to cook vegetables, couldn't help frowning, but the main owner who was targeted seemed to be completely unmoved. As if he hadn't noticed this embarrassing air, Gu Shengge still lowered his head and drank his soup casually, as if that ordinary bowl of Poria chicken soup contained all kinds of delicacies, except for this thing, there was nothing else in the world that attracted his attention.

Shen Wanyu frowned and glanced at the unresponsive person with annoyance. I don't know if it's because she's too careful, just today, she always feels that something has changed in that child. Although it was normal for him to remain silent when she was dissatisfied, the silent gesture of the man today made her read a casual and even dismissive attitude. Thinking of this, Shen Wanyu couldn't help but look at the person carefully, and when she saw the pair of eyebrows and eyes that were exactly the same as the person in her memory, Shen Wanyu bit her lip and opened her eyes, only to feel more and more uncomfortable in her heart.

Without Han Peiming, who was out to socialize, the Han family ate unusually quietly this dinner. For a while, only the slight contact of the bowls and spoons could be heard in the eerie air, and the atmosphere was indescribably dull.

Han Zhengyu was the first to put down the dishes and chopsticks unbearably. He only drank a bowl of soup and half a bowl of rice, which was much less than what he usually ate. He stood up, looked hesitantly at his mother, who had eaten gracefully, and opened his mouth, but finally closed it. Like every time before, he still didn't say anything. He glanced at Gu Shengge quickly, but found that he really looked like he was chewing slowly and enjoying the deliciousness, and he couldn't help but feel even more annoyed, so he kicked away the chair and went back to the living room to play games.

Feeling that Han Zhengyu was really walking away, Gu Shengge, who was sitting on the side, breathed a sigh of relief silently. God knows that after being forced to watch the scene of Han Jung-woo stealing food in the subway station in his previous life, now let him sit next to this bastard and eat elegantly, which is worse than death for him who suffers from emotional cleanliness. At the moment when Han Zhengyu saw it just now, Gu Shengge was almost so sick to his stomach that he couldn't swallow. It was only now, when the people who polluted the air gradually moved away, that Gu Shengge silently relaxed and slowly enjoyed this long-lost dinner.