Everyone sat around the dining table. They were all one big family, so there were no small talks.
The Old Madam picked up her chopsticks. She was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, she reminded Fu Tingyan, "Yan, eat more. It's been a long time since you've eaten the food cooked by the chef in the old house."
"Grandma, I know. You eat your food. I'm not an outsider." Fu Tingyan picked up his chopsticks and looked at the food in front of him. He saw what Bo ye liked to eat, so he put some into her bowl. "Eat more. You need to put on more weight."
The Old Madam liked Bo Ye quite a lot. She also knew that her grandson was very good to his friends, so she didn't mind.
Fu Tingyu and Qin Shu, who were sitting opposite each other, couldn't turn a blind eye even if they wanted to. Fu Tingyan's words sounded a little too ambiguous to them.
You need to put on more weight?
How did he know of it if he hadn't seen it?
