Xie Xun and Xie Jue had a fight; both sat down to eat together with a temper. Mingzhu and Ruyi both noticed the unusual atmosphere, but the family hadn't gathered together for a meal in a long time. Despite the unpleasantness, Xie Xun and Xie Jue didn't dampen the children's spirits. Ruyi, being less sensitive than Mingzhu, still excitedly picked meat for Xie Jue. At his age, the boy couldn't quite grasp adult preferences and chose his favorite braised pork for Xie Jue, which was something Xie Jue disliked the most.
Xie Xun said sharply from the side, "Ruyi, you only pick food for your dad and not for your little uncle?"
Ruyi blinked and obediently picked a rib for him, "Okay, okay, here's for little uncle too!"
"Little rascal with no conscience!" Xie Xun snorted coldly.
