The atmosphere around the dinner table could be described with an idiom—harmony and joy.
Everyone was merry; a certain someone was melting.
At the not-so-large round table, with Cheng LiHua at the center, to her right sat Su Huai, Gu Jiuyue, Gu Tongshu, Zhang Yaowen, Wang Yuqing in that order.
To keep Su Huai and the good son-in-law apart, the old lady had indeed gone to great lengths.
But while Su Huai was comfortable, Gu Tongshu felt his scalp tingle—shown up by his own daughter.
"Su, try this!"
"Su, is the rice good today?"
"Su, here, let me peel a shrimp for you."
Witnessing his daughter doting on Puppy throughout the meal, and only getting a "Dad, help yourself" when it was his turn, Gu Tongshu's internal fire grew stronger.
Not only that, Zhang Yaowen kept sticking to Gu Tongshu, ceaselessly shmoozing in an ingratiating way, and being annoyingly talkative.
How sly is Zhang Yaowen?
