Seeing Murong Qiao and Murong Chuan return, the butler, Uncle Yang, was also very happy. He hurriedly asked the kitchen to prepare dinner.
The siblings sat together at the dining table. The atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.
"How has Qiaoqiao been recently? Is life in school still suitable for you?" Murong Chen looked at his sister, whom he had not seen in a long time, and many things surged in his heart.
As he spoke, he did not forget to pick up food for her, piling up her rice bowl into a small mountain.
"Eat more. You've lost weight." Murong Chen's worried voice fell into Murong Qiao's ears, and his hands did not stop moving.
Murong Qiao was caught between laughter and tears as she looked at the food in her bowl. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Should she say that she had even gained 2kg lately because the food in school was too delicious?
