"That's right!" Shen Jinghe nodded, "It's repression, you hit the nail on the head.
"It felt like Grandpa's house was often like this, especially in the years before you came.
"Afterward, when we had the option to board at school, nobody liked coming home anymore. It was the same for me and the youngest.
"Let's not talk about these unhappy things anymore, let's eat quickly. Although it's not as good as the meal cooked in the kitchen, it has its own charm."
"......" Wenyan stopped chewing, "I've been eating."
"I thought you came to find me just to talk about these unhappy things. After all, when people accumulate enough negative emotions, they need to vent."
Shen Jinghe snorted through his nose: "You're overthinking it; this isn't my first time dealing with this kind of situation."
If he wasn't worried she would make a fuss, he certainly wouldn't have come to find her in the middle of the night, foolishly carrying two boxes of bubbling self-heating hot pots.
