"Please, eat more. There's more in the kitchen if it's not enough,"
Lin Laogeng said to his grandson, Liu Chushui.
"He'er, where's the chicken? Didn't Brother Molian send half a chicken? Why hasn't it been served?" Lin Caisang asked Lin Caihe, puzzled by the absence of the chicken among the wild vegetables she had collected.
Hearing her question, Lin Caihe guilty retracted her neck and gulped, before responding.
"We have only half a chicken at home, enough for us, let alone any left for him. It is already kind enough to let him eat cornbread, given how Second Uncle skimps on Brother."
"Hmm?"
Lin Caisang's eyes dangerously narrowed.
Despite what she said, she didn't particularly like Liu Baixiao's group either, but what she saw in Lin Caihe's eyes told a different story.
"Brother Changfeng, fetch the chicken from the kitchen. Chushui is frail, presumably from how Second Uncle treats him..."
She then turned to Lin Changfeng.
