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Lin Xiaona had a gentle smile on her face, and said softly, "Grandpa, don't be angry, that's not what my aunt meant, it was just a joke."

The old lady snorted, with displeasure written all over her face, she turned her finger and pointed at Fang Yan, "Why doesn't Xiao Yan eat it? Xiao Heng, quickly add more meat to him, look at the skinny one, what's going on recently? I heard Sick again?"

Fang Yan raised his head, and his tone was calm, "It's nothing, it's just an old problem, and my aunt is worried."

Chu Xiaoheng was stupid, looking at this, then at that, the old lady twisted his arm under the table, and he was shocked, and then he came back to his senses.

The old lady raised her eyebrows and gave him an unfathomable look, which meant that he should hurry up. He was provocative to the door, so don't move quickly.

Chu Heng hesitated for a moment, but followed the old lady's wishes and picked up the chopsticks to serve Fang Yan with food.

"You are indeed too thin. My aunt is right. You still have to eat some meat, but it's at night, so just eat less."

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows, his eyes flicked over the two bowls on the left and the right, a little playful.

What Lin Xiaona served was of course a light tofu soup. She always knew her own taste, but that guy Chu Heng——

Braised pork in brown sauce, fish with pickled cabbage, chicken wings with cola, stewed pork ribs, and even...a big piece of pig ear?

What is going on in that guy's mind?

Due to Lin Xiaona's arrival, the dinner table became much quieter. Everyone had different expressions and ate in silence. Even the old lady stopped talking and left the dinner table after eating for a while.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Lin Xiaona was very indifferent from the beginning to the end. From time to time, she added food to the banquet and asked softly, virtuous and considerate.

Fang Yan didn't speak, didn't respond, but never resisted, but the direction the chopsticks were poking towards was always the porcelain bowl that Chu Heng was holding the food in.

"Brother Yan? Why do you..."

The woman was a little surprised, and worried: "Didn't you always dislike eating such greasy food?"

Chu Heng was gnawing on a chicken leg, and when he moved his ears, he poked his head over and said with a smile: "Marry a chicken as a chicken, and marry a dog as a dog. After we got married, he became fond of eating meat. Besides, the braised pork is delicious. , fat but not greasy, where is it greasy?"

Fang Yan's eyelids twitched, he patted the guy on the forehead unceremoniously, and said sullenly: "Who do you say marry a chicken like a chicken, and marry a dog like a dog?"

"Ouch! My chicken legs!"

Chu Xiaoheng was caught off guard, and hit his head violently, and the chicken leg slipped away without being able to hold it.

It slipped from between the fingers, and fell to the ground with a "chuck".

Chu Xiaoheng subconsciously pounced on it, but failed to catch it, but gained a little momentum, and his two oily paws just pressed on the man's chest.

"Hey? Hey!"

He licked the corner of his mouth, and looked around in embarrassment, "You...you actually finished eating all the meat in the bowl? Aha?"

After letting go of his hands and sitting down, he found that everyone at the dining table was looking at them. The old man's face was even more gloomy, as black as the bottom of a pot.

Fang Yan sighed, endured the discomfort in his stomach, picked up the troublesome guy next to him, and nodded slightly at the old man, "I'll go change my clothes."

Immediately afterwards, he left the table without looking back.

Chu Xiaoheng, whose hands were clasped behind his back and dragged, struggled unceasingly, and protested in a low voice, "I...I can walk, don't...don't drag me! I'll walk by myself!"