That evening, Gu Siyan had a social obligation he couldn't avoid, so dinner was just the three of them.
The dining table in the Gu family home wasn't very large. Although it was long, it was only about half the size of the one at the Chi family's house.
The shortened distance naturally brought them closer to one another.
There weren't many dishes, but at least half of them were Chi Yu's favorites.
Gu Xiannian's chatter was relentless, even while chewing his food, as he eagerly probed into Chi Yu's past.
Children speak with an innocent frankness.
Qiao Yu, worried that something Gu Xiannian said might upset Chi Yu, kept placing food into her younger son's bowl, trying to silence him.
"How many times have I told you? You don't speak while eating, and you don't talk when sleeping."
The atmosphere in the Gu family was certainly warm.
