Fu Rui shoved a chunk of meat into her mouth, and suddenly looked totally awkward, forgetting to even chew. Her mouth was stuffed full, a green leaf stuck to her lips, as she stared toward the doorway.
The breezy, easygoing vibe in the room instantly came to a halt, and everyone started following Fu Rui's gaze—they all turned to look at the door, just staring at the two people standing there without saying a word.
But right then, Fu Rui got flustered; after all, the way she just ate was really not very elegant. In families like theirs, etiquette mattered, and meals were no exception. Plus, she still hadn't swallowed the food in her mouth, so even if she wanted to greet them, there was pretty much no way to talk.
