The Jiang Family's Lunar New Year's Eve dinner table was filled with laughter and cheerful voices.
Because dinner started early this year, there were many bowls and dishes, but just one Morshock took up 16 of them; honestly, the variety of dishes did not compare to previous years.
Jiang Feng, having already tasted the flavors in advance while in the kitchen, was not as enthusiastic as in previous years. For each dish, he just took a few light bites then laid down his chopsticks, scooping up a small half-bowl of dumplings to wrap things up.
When Jiang Junlian, who was fiercely contending with her three older cousins over the pork knuckle, noticed Jiang Feng starting on the dumplings, she was so startled that the piece of knuckle she had just won fell onto her plate, swiftly captured by Jiang Junqing's fast hands into his own bowl.
"Little brother, you're not eating anymore?" Jiang Junlian asked in surprise, her tone filled with concern.
