Fu Yuxiu ate the meal in fear. Every time Old Master Fu looked at him, it was no different from him suffering a thousand cuts.
"Old Fu, do you want more?" The old lady could not help but frown when she saw that her husband had only drunk half of the porridge.
Old Master Fu snorted. He wished he could kill this little bastard in front of him. How could he still be in the mood to eat?
"Fu Chen." The old lady threw the problem to Fu Chen. Her husband was old. If he starved himself due to anger, his body couldn't take it.
Song Fengwan glanced at Fu Chen from the corner of her eye, looking forward to how he would persuade Old Fu.
In the end, he frowned and said, "Aren't we going to enforce the family rules later? How can you have the strength to do so if you don't eat?"
Fu Yuxiu's hands trembled and his chopsticks fell to the ground. "Third Uncle."
The old man snorted and actually took half a steamed bun and chewed it in big mouthfuls.
