No one spoke, so everyone just sat down in silence to eat.
He glanced again at the class monitor sitting to his left and saw Zhu Qingyue serving rice to the two elders from the rice cooker, and then as soon as she picked up her chopsticks, she unapologetically reached for the braised fish in the center of the table.
The old woman had been cooking home-style dishes for decades, and her skills were undoubtedly good, but Xu Xiangyang's state of mind was a bit off; despite the tasty dishes, the food in his mouth felt flavorless, like chewing wax.
After lunch, Xu Xiangyang helped clean up the bowls and chopsticks.
He had intended to use this opportunity to confirm the truth with one of the elders, but he didn't expect that it would be the other party who volunteered to confess.
Just as Xu Xiangyang finished putting the washed bowls and chopsticks in the cabinet, his arm was firmly grasped by the old woman.
Her expression was very serious.
"Today you asked me about Chen Hongying."
