After dinner.
Zhang Qin left with Zheng Gui, leaving them alone. On the table were spiritual fruits that he had brought back from the Eastern Palace.
Zheng Rou handed over a peeled apple and asked gently,""Something on your mind?"
Taking a bite of the apple, Zhang Ronghua shook his head."No!"
"What else is there to say in front of mother? Don't be in a hurry to deny it. You were born by your mother. You know your personality better than yourself. You were like this when you were young. When you had something on your mind, you liked to be alone in a daze, or like now, your emotions were written on your face."
"You're doing this again, tricking me with your words. You're not a child. You've suffered so much, so remember!"
"Let mother guess and see if it's accurate."
Zhang Ronghua ate the apple silently.
Zheng Rou thought for a moment and suddenly smiled.""Have you taken a fancy to any girl?"
"Why do you say that?"
