Xiaozhu saw Ji Sangyu coming over and happily pulled out a chair, "Young master, please sit."
Ji Sangyu stood still, his large eyes fixed on Sang Qian, clearly trying to save face and hoping she would call him to the table. But she only buried her head in her food, not even glancing at him.
Uncle was right, stepmothers are all evil-hearted and wicked villains!
She wants to eat all the delicious food herself.
She wants to starve his belly.
She wants to mistreat him.
He wouldn't let her have her way. The money for groceries was from his family; why shouldn't he eat?
Ji Sangyu quickly climbed onto the chair and started devouring a piece of cola chicken wing, all the while glaring at Sang Qian with puffed-up anger.
Those big, dark-sugar-like eyes seemed to say, hmph, I'll eat, I'll just eat, I want to eat more than you and make you mad!
A hint of a smile flashed in Sang Qian's eyes. When her daughter used to throw little tantrums and refused to eat, she would do the same thing, and it never failed.
Sure enough, the greedy nature of children was all the same.
Moments later, Sang Qian picked up the cola chicken wings and the sweet and sour ribs and walked toward the kitchen.
Ji Sangyu's handsome little face immediately crumpled, and he jumped down from the chair, blocking Sang Qian's path, "Why are you taking these away?"
"The chicken wings contain cola, you can't eat too much of it. The sweet and sour ribs are too sweet and will affect your sleep."
"Hmph, I think you just do not want to give them to me, you want to keep them to eat alone secretly. I order you to put them down," Ji Sangyu said, tilting his little head back and standing with his hands on his hips, looking adorably ferocious.
Sang Qian bent down, her line of sight even with Ji Sangyu's, "My cooking is that delicious?"
"It's... it's not that." Ji Sangyu's cheeks immediately turned red, and his eyes darted around, "It's just that the teacher said we shouldn't waste food."
Sang Qian smiled, "You said it yourself, I plan to eat them alone. Since I'm going to eat, there won't be any waste."
"You... you..."
"Are you going to eat the dishes on the table? If not, I will take them all away in a bit."
"Don't you dare keep them all to yourself," Ji Sangyu glared at Sang Qian indignantly, swiftly returning to his seat, and began to eat heartily.
Hmph, he'd eat them all!
He wouldn't leave any for her.
Xiaozhu quietly laughed to herself on the side, admiring how the great young madam handled things. She had never seen the young master eat with such gusto.
Sang Qian came out from the kitchen to see Ji Yuanhang and Su Miaotong, who had apparently arrived at some point and were standing on either side of Ji Sangyu.
Su Miaotong was leaning over, smilingly asking Ji Sangyu, "Did your stepmother bully you?"
Ji Sangyu's eyebrows knitted together, "Your perfume is making me dizzy."
The smile on Su Miaotong's face stiffened for a moment, and a cold flash passed through her eyes.
A brat from an orphanage dares to speak to her like this, an ingrate!
But this brat was favored by Chen Qiurong, so she could only force herself to put on a smiling face and move a few steps aside, "The perfume is indeed a bit too strong, I won't use it next time."
Ji Sangyu didn't acknowledge her, and upon seeing Sang Qian coming out of the kitchen, he quickly looked up to Yuanhang, who was standing beside him, and complained, "Uncle, she didn't call me for dinner, she's trying to starve me to death! I came to eat, and she even took away all my favorite dishes."
Before Yuanhang could speak, Su Miaotong spoke up in indignation on behalf of Ji Sangyu, "I know you married my older brother, and you're unhappy about it, resenting that he's a vegetable, but how can you take it out on a child?"
"No one forced me to marry Ji Chengzhou. I did it willingly, so where does this idea of being unhappy or being resentful come from?" Sang Qian said coolly, "Don't you think the excuse you're coming up with is entirely unfounded?"
Su Miaotong was momentarily lost for words but quickly found her confidence thinking of Ji Sangyu and loudly demanded, "Then why are you mistreating Sangyu?"
"Second madam, the great madam didn't mistreat the young master. She just…"
"Shut your mouth." Su Miaotong scolded angrily and walked over to slap Xiaozhu across the face, "Who allowed a servant like you to speak while we're talking?"
Xiaozhu covered her burning face, her eyes welling up with tears as she quickly bowed her head, not daring to make a sound.
Sang Qian frowned, "What you're doing is making yourself feel better by lashing out at others."
"I am teaching her a lesson in manners," said Su Miaotong, her lips curling into a mocking smile, "Oh, I almost forgot, coming from a humble background, you naturally wouldn't know the rules of our wealthy households."
Sang Qian's lips curled slightly, "I may come from a humble background, but at least I have a more respectable position than that of a mistress's child like you."
Su Miaotong was so angered she turned red in the face and raised her hand to slap Sang Qian.