When Xiao Ruiyuan arrived at the Scholar Mansion, the dinner had already been set. It wasn't his first visit to the Scholar Mansion, but it was the first time he had been invited to stay for a meal.
There were only five simple dishes on the table, all prepared according to Xiao Ruiyuan's taste. Seeing this touched him; his hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, and he felt a bittersweet softness in his heart that was hard to describe.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and eat before it gets cold, it's not good for your digestion," Mo Qingze, seeing his son-in-law not moving his chopsticks, urged impatiently.
Xiao Ruiyuan snapped out of his trance, and as he watched his father-in-law continue to serve him food, his gaze softened considerably compared to when facing his own father, Xiao Xiong—it was like looking at two different people.
"Thank you, father-in-law!"
