At the dinner table, the family of four was gathered in a harmonious atmosphere. Yang Cuifang kept piling food into Lu Chen’s bowl.
As for Zhong Lan’s bowl, apart from plain white rice, there wasn't even a drop of meat broth to be found. She glared at Lu Chen with a look of grievance. It was true—the unloved one was always the outsider. Zhong Lan’s cheeks puffed up in anger just as she noticed Yang Cuifang picking up a piece of twice-cooked pork and dropping it into Lu Chen’s bowl. If she didn't put a stop to this, she wouldn't even get a single bite of her favorite dish.
"Mom! My Landlord has a light palate; these steamed pork ribs and boiled shrimp are actually his favorites." She paused, then added, "The twice-cooked pork is clearly my favorite dish. If you keep giving it all to him, what am I supposed to eat?"
Chapter 118