It was almost noon, and Chen Feng directed the chef to prepare a lunch table filled with Yin Feng's old-time favorites.
Today, Yin Feng's heart was filled with satisfaction and joy, watching everything with a smile from the side. He was sitting on an aged wooden stool found in You Mingxu's bedroom, seemingly attached to it and believed it might have accompanied You Mingxu's growth, hence he carried it around everywhere he went.
When the food was mostly served, he glanced at the clock and asked, "Why hasn't Mingxu returned yet?"
Chen Feng replied, "She won't be back for lunch, she eats at her office." Seeing Yin Feng's silence, he quickly added, "People like her who are busy at work can't afford the time to come back home for lunch."
Yin Feng touched the worn-out leather cover on the wooden stool, his head slightly downcast, and asked, "So, what does she eat for lunch?"
