The atmosphere in the air was a little stagnant. Su Chenghui didn't speak, and the others were also silent.
Xiang Caiping frowned, looked at the ingredients in the pot, and finally picked up a piece of meat and put it into Su Qingsang's bowl.
"Have a meal."
"Thank you, Mom." Su Qingsang twitched her lips, knowing that Xiang Caiping was a little annoyed as to why Su Chenghui came over at this time.
"Dad, you can eat too." Xiang Caiping could ignore Su Chenghui, but Su Qingsang could not.
"I don't know if you are used to it. If you don't like spicy food, you can eat the bottom of the clear soup pot here."
Su Qingsang knew that Su Chenghui's family ate relatively light meals.
"good."
Su Chenghui was not polite and started eating after Sister Lu brought him a bowl.
Shi Mengwan was a little cautious at first. After all, she was also a little afraid of Su Chenghui. But thinking about today's task, and looking at Xiang Caiping's cold face that never looked happy, she could only bite the bullet and continue to play the role of pistachio.
"Auntie, you eat this. Qingsang also likes it very much."
Shi Mengwan gave Xiang Caiping a shrimp dumpling.
"Really?" Xiang Caiping and Su Qingsang are still getting along these days, and they also want to work hard to know what Su Qingsang likes to eat: "Did you often eat hot pot in the past?"
"Yeah. Especially when it's cold."
Shi Mengwan glanced at Su Qingsang when he spoke: "Auntie, you don't know. Qingsang had a hard time during the postgraduate entrance examination. He read until one or two in the morning every day. There were several times when he forgot to eat dinner, and it was me. Here’s the meal for her.”
"You are so kind to Qingsang."
When Xiang Caiping spoke, she glanced at Qingsang: "No matter how much you think about your studies, your health is the most important thing. We can't do this in the future."
"Mom, I didn't. You heard her saying it so exaggeratedly." Su Qingsang glanced at Shi Mengwan: "Why didn't you say that when you started drawing the picture yourself, you didn't care, and you were still drawing at three or four in the morning? ?”
"That's right. I can't afford three meals a day because of the painting, but it's you who brings me food to save me from starving to death."
Shi Mengwan also recalled the past time and looked at Xiang Caiping: "Auntie, you don't know, it was actually Qingsang who took care of me more. After all, my life was turned upside down more often than hers."
"You are all good boys."
"It's not that exaggerated." Su Qingsang felt Huo Jinyao's gaze and explained lightly: "Actually, we lived together during that time. We just took care of each other."
"Yes, Auntie, the room you are living in now was mine before."
Later, Shi Mengwan's studio was far away and profitable, so she moved out. But I will come back and stay for two days when I have nothing to do.
Until Su Qingsang got married, there were fewer visits.
"I'll stay here next time, as long as you don't dislike Auntie."
"Auntie, what are you talking about? Why would I dislike you?" Shi Mengwan gestured: "Qingsang is just like my sister, and her mother is my mother."
With Shi Mengwan here, the dining atmosphere was the same as before.
Su Chenghui never spoke. He sat there and listened to other people's interesting stories about his daughter.
It wasn't the first time he looked at this daughter, but it was the first time he looked at this daughter so seriously.
Before he knew it, before he realized it, Su Qingsang had grown from a child to a grown-up girl.
Her smile was not as gorgeous as Su Peizhen's, but it was extremely gentle. The eyebrows are curved, as if you can see the shadow of yourself when you were young.
In fact, Su Qingsang and Su Yuxin both looked like him, with similar eyebrows and cheeks.
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