It was already 6:00 pm by the time Lu Jingqing arrived at the Lu Family's house.
The Lu Family had not earned its name as the most influential family in Yu City for nothing. Fu Zhi glanced across the table before digging in. There were four dishes and a bowl of soup on the table. Even though she did not see any abalone or lobster, she was still satisfied.
Lu Jingqing looked at his daughter and wondered why she would not talk to him. After a short bout of contemplation, he picked a pork cutlet with the serving chopsticks and put it into Fu Zhi's bowl.
"Take a few more bites. We can afford to feed another mouth. You're too thin."
The girl's cheeks were distended from the fishball she had just shoved into her mouth. She looked in the direction of the serving chopsticks, her eyes watery and her voice as soft as a flitting fog. "Thank you, daddy."
