Lu Ziheng curled his lips into a smile that seemed casual, "Mom, you worry about too many things, be careful or you'll age prematurely."
"You, you think I love to worry? It's all for you, you ungrateful child." Qin Yun said, both hurt and angry, as she thrust the small jar of fish food into his hands, "Feed the fish here for me, and do it properly!"
Watching his mother's indignant back, Lu Ziheng raised an eyebrow and began to earnestly throw fish food into the pond, I throw, I throw, I throw again.
So, the following morning when Old Master Lu got up, he found that several of his cherished and rare goldfish in the pond had died.
They had been overfed to death!
**
At 6:30 p.m., Ran Yu was called to the dining room by a servant.
Around the dinner table, Old Lady Lu looked at Ran Yu's slender arms with a face full of concern, "Xiaoyu is really too thin, come, drink more soup."
As she spoke, she got up and reached for a small bowl.
