Lu Family’s Old Residence.
Little Treasure sat unmoving in front of the easel, the horizon of the sunset to his side. His small silhouette seemed especially lonely and pitiful.
"Little Treasure, come have dinner now! Grandma made your favourite sweet and sour mandarin fish! Little Treasure...Little Treasure?"
After Mother Lu called out to him for about five or six times, Little Treasure finally reacted.
He started packing up his easel without saying anything, and looked a few more times towards the direction he had been staring at for the entire afternoon before entering the house obediently.
The dining table was filled with various kinds of both Chinese and Western dishes.
"Little Treasure, eat more, okay? These are all your favourites!"
"Yes, eat more! Come, let grandpa feed you."
Little Treasure looked at the dishes stiffly, and then picked up his chopsticks to get the nearest dish before starting to eat with his head bowed down. He did not need any coaxing.
