Yao Jinglan watched the scene unfold, her gaze drifting unconsciously across the table full of food.
Chen Hongxia and her husband were whispering about the harvest, the man clumsily picking out bits of food for his wife. Huo Changfeng was equally focused, carefully removing fish bones for Mu Qingxuan, his distinct, lean fingers moving back and forth between the enamel bowls.
Suddenly, a tightness gripped Yao Jinglan’s throat. She turned her face away, letting out a huff of feigned annoyance. "Look at me, all on my own! I don't even have anyone to pick out my food!"
Chapter 119