Fu Beixing was holding a plate in his hand, and the palm of his right hand was still wrapped with gauze, but this did not affect his dignity at all.

He placed the dishes and glanced over here with a calm expression.

"The dishes are all here, let's eat."

I don’t know if he heard what he said just now, but it was obvious that he directly terminated the conversation and also helped Jiang Yuan solve the problem of how to answer.

However, Jiang Yu'an was still in a confused mood. She couldn't figure out why Fu Bei's behavior would lead him to appear here.

Not to mention that he and Aunt Wen had a very bad relationship, either not meeting each other or quarreling when they did. She dared to come to the old house for dinner because she was sure that Fu Beixing would not come back, so as to avoid embarrassment.

Moreover, Jiang Sheng is still in the hospital right now. Doesn’t he need to be there to guard her?

Although Jiang Yu'an didn't go out of her way to inquire about Jiang Sheng, she couldn't help but the news flew to her ears.

Every day, people came to tell her about Jiang Sheng's miserable situation, how she banged her head against the wall in the detention center and was really looking for death. They described it as if they were right there.

He also said how Fu Beixing valued her, guarding her from morning to night, asking Jiang Sheng for help, for fear that she would break her head if she couldn't think about it again.

It almost annoyed her to death.

So Jiang Yu'an was in a very complicated mood at the moment. She didn't really want to see Fu Beixing, let alone sit at the same table with him to eat.

And she couldn't control her emotions and directly showed how unhappy she was.

After Jingshou sat down, there was not much expression on Mingyan's face, and she spoke less. Only when Wen Fengjiao spoke to her did she respond with a smile, and she no longer took the initiative.

In this atmosphere, not to mention the people sitting at the table, even Mrs. Chen who was serving the food could feel that something was wrong.

Wen Fengjiao added a piece of shrimp to Jiang Yu'an and said, "An'an doesn't eat vegetables. Is the food not to your liking? Auntie made it by herself. Please give her some face."

Jiang Yu'an was amused by her tone, and finally curled her lips, "It's delicious. Auntie's cooking skills are getting better and better."

She also used serving chopsticks to pick up some food for Wen Fengjiao. Her mood improved but she also felt a little guilty.

It is really inappropriate to be a guest at someone else's house and let the host take care of you all the time.

Moreover, Aunt Wen was too caring about her emotions, because she didn't like that affectionate term, so she called herself aunt, which made Jiang Yu'an feel very warm.

She was trying hard to smile, trying not to ruin the atmosphere because of Fu Beixing, when she heard Wen Fengjiao speak to Fu Beixing.

"You pick up some food and go to the coffee table to eat. Don't bother me and An An here. Really, I usually ignore you when I call you to come back for dinner, but you feel very proud that I didn't call you over today!"

Fu Beixing: "..."

He glanced at Wen Fengjiao silently, only to see that his mother did not give her a look at all. After letting her down for a while, he started to pick up shrimps for Jiang Yu'an, which were still peeled.

"An'an, please try this shrimp. It was just caught today. It was still alive and fresh when it was cooked."

Jiang Yuan was particularly embarrassed.

It felt as if she was Aunt Wen's biological child, while Fu Beixing picked her up.

When she saw that Fu Beixing was really starting to pick up the food and was about to leave the restaurant, she couldn't help but said: "I'm fine, you... you'd better eat together. It's more delicious when there are more people."

Wen Fengjiao sneered coldly, "Tell him to get out of here, he is an eyesore."

After scolding Fu Beixing, his voice immediately softened when he turned to talk to Jiang Yu'an.

"An'an, I know you hate him too. Has this brat not completed the divorce procedures for you yet? I will take him to do it tomorrow!"

Fu Beixing: "..."

This time he not only looked at Wen Fengjiao, but also glanced at Jiang Yu'an.

But after just one glance, he had already taken it back, picked up some dishes, got up and went to the sofa, took a small stool and started eating on the coffee table.

The almost 1.9 meter tall man was detained on that low table, which looked particularly sad.

It's like a pet dog that has been abandoned and thrown aside by its owner. Without the care of its owner, it can only start rummaging through the trash can.

Jiang Yuxin looked away absently, his hand flashing through his mind.

He injured his right hand, and he usually used his right hand when doing things, including eating and picking up food. If she had read correctly just now, Fu Beixing's wound should have opened again.

"An'an?"

Sensing that Jiang Yu'an was distracted, Wen Fengjiao called her.

Jiang Yu'an looked away, a little embarrassed, "I can handle the formalities when Mr. Fu is free. I'm not in a hurry. As for the front... I don't hate him."

I just don’t like it anymore.

I don’t dare to like it anymore.

Beside the coffee table, Fu Beixing was sitting on a small stool.

He has good hearing, and the chatter at the dinner table is not quiet. Besides, there are only two of them, and what they say is not complicated. Even if they are rushed here, they can still hear it clearly.

Don't you hate it?

Fu Beixing looked down at his palm, with a vague arc, and the emotion in his eyes was inexplicable.

It's not that I hate him, but as soon as I see him, my smile disappears and I don't even want to say anything.

Jiang Yuan's shocked expression when he saw him flashed through his mind. Fu Beixing suddenly couldn't eat any more. He simply put down his chopsticks and sat meditating, trying to dissipate the depression in his chest.

Mother Chen watched Fu Beixing grow up and knew that his wife did it on purpose, but she still felt sorry for him and secretly brought some fresh and hot dishes from the kitchen.

It was left over from making too much at night, no one touched it, and it was still clean.

Fu Beixing had no appetite and was about to let her take it down. He caught a glimpse of the shrimps in the bowl and asked, "How many more are there?"

He raised his chin.

"That's all. I brought them all to you, Master."

I bought a lot of shrimps, and there was only half a bowl left. Mother Chen served it out alone.

Fu Beixing took out the shrimps and said, "Send the others back, I can't eat them."

He said so, and Chen Ma didn't know what to say, so she took everything back.

However, she was also confused in her heart. It was clear that the young master hated eating shrimps the most. He thought it was unpalatable to eat with the shell on, it was troublesome to peel, it was not clean, there was sand, and it had a fishy smell if it was not cooked well.

In short, after trying it once, I never want to eat it again.

The one who really loves to eat this stuff is Jiang Yuan at the table.

Mr. Fu doted on her. Every time he came to Fu's house to play, he would ask the kitchen to make a portion, boiling, boiling, and braised in various ways.

However, as a servant, Chen Ma was never curious or asked much about anything.

Since Fu Beixing wants shrimp, she will give it to her. Anyway, this thing is a good thing. Eating more of it is good for your health!

Occasionally, the people at the table would glance over, only the tall and straight backs and partial profiles.

I couldn't see clearly what he was doing, I just knew that he was very focused.

Although the atmosphere improved after Fu Beixing left the table, Jiang Yu'an still felt that something was wrong. He didn't have much appetite to eat and had nothing to talk to Wen Fengjiao.

Wen Fengjiao said almost everything she needed to say, and she was eating quietly from the back. Occasionally she glanced at her silly son on the sofa from the corner of her eye, and there was a look of hatred on her face.

The food was almost untouched, and Jiang Yu'an had already put down his chopsticks.

Wen Fengjiao was surprised: "I won't eat it now. I haven't eaten much."

Jiang Yu'an waved his hand and declined, "I can't eat anymore, and you know that you and I work in Xiaonan Pavilion, so there is no shortage of food there."

The words were of course false. She had been extremely busy these past two days, and the food she made was almost gone after each person took one bite. She didn't eat anything at all.

What she was eating right now was just to fill her stomach, and she planned to cook some noodles when she went back.
Chapter completed!