The lunch was silent and awkward. No one spoke anything and both the parties just focused on their plates.. or they tried to.
When Song Jia was almost done, the wait staff came back again with a few pastries in different flavours arranged like a pinwheel in a tray. Song Jia had a very strong sweet tooth ever since she was young. Many a times when she was young she had even eaten sweets and candies on empty stomach or without even brushing, ending up with stomach ache.
Song Chen placed a rum ball in her plate and she ate it happily. Desserts worked best to pep up her mood. Song Chen was admiring his daughter's happy face while she ate without a care in the world.
After she was finally done, she looked at Song Chen and asked again, "What did you want to talk about?"
"How are you coping?" He was referring to Nanny Lin's death which Song Jia understood well.
"I am doing fine. Thank you for asking."
