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The old man in front of me looks a bit serious, but upon closer inspection, it seems like you can feel the kindness wrapped beneath the seriousness. His back is very straight, and his eyes are very bright. The traces left by the years on his face seem more like a kind of sculpting towards beauty rather than the ravages of time.
Yan Zhi reacted, and this should be her grandmother.
Mrs. Yan also paused when she saw Yan Zhi.
"Wu Yue?" Mrs. Yan asked Steward Chen at the dining table.
Before Steward Chen could respond, Yan Zhi realized that her sudden appearance might lead to Wu Yue being reprimanded, so she quickly spoke up.
"Sister Yue, Sister Yue is discussing the illness with the doctor uncle, that's why I came down by myself. Um... Grandma, I'm hungry."
Yan Zhi is not just making excuses, she really feels hungry. Her stomach started growling halfway down the stairs, and she couldn't help but be drawn by the aroma of the food. As she walked to the dining table, she stared eagerly at the food, stealing a cautious glance at the person in front of her. Her pitiful appearance would surely tug at anyone's heartstrings.
" Miss, you... " Steward Chen was first surprised, then appeared quite excited.
Yan Zhi is a bit confused. Could it be that Yan Zhi has never spoken to these people before? Well, it seems likely. After all, the young masters in novels always have some quirks.
Steward Chen lowered his head, adjusted his emotions, and glanced at Mrs. Yan. When their eyes met, Yan Zhi noticed that Mrs. Yan nodded and said, "Take your time, I'll carry you over." The old lady sat in the main seat, and Steward Chen placed Yan Zhi on her left side.
Yan Zhi waited for a while, but the other person at the table did not move their chopsticks. She tentatively glanced at Mrs. Yan. Their eyes met, and Yan Zhi looked back defiantly, only to realize that her stern gaze appeared cute and innocent to the other two. After a few seconds, Yan Zhi gave in, blinking her slightly sour eyes. Just as she was about to surrender, thinking that the child was hungry and should eat, and that it didn't matter if she lacked manners, Mrs. Yan suddenly smiled and said, "Why aren't you eating? Didn't you say you were hungry?"
Behind her, Steward Chen astutely brought a set of children's tableware and carefully selected a few dishes suitable for the child, placing them in her bowl.
"Okay, Grandma, I'll eat first. Thank you, Grand Steward!" The child's voice was like a sweet summer peach, as if it could release juice in the next second.
Yan Zhi glanced at the food in the bowl and decisively picked up her chopsticks to enjoy the meal. She was not picky about food, especially since all the dishes were exquisitely prepared by the chefs in the old mansion, so there was no such thing as bad-tasting food.
Yan Zhi enjoys eating alone, but Mrs. Yan feels a mix of emotions. She thought that having another child would bring more liveliness to the old house, but she didn't expect the other children to close themselves off even more, which in turn made the new child become quiet and unwilling to communicate with the outside world. With such parents, even if they live a luxurious life, it cannot be called happiness.
I heard she got sick yesterday, but at the time she only said she knew about it and reminded her to see a doctor, but didn't pay much attention to it. Now, looking at her pale face, I suddenly feel particularly distressed. I think she must be very hungry today, that's why she's sneaking out like a little cat to find food.
"Look at how she's wolfing down her food now."
"Mr. Chen, find a specialized nutritionist for her," she said, touching the Buddhist beads on her wrist and looking up at Steward Chen.
"No need for the trouble. I'll just eat with grandma from now on. Whatever grandma eats, I'll eat," the child said. With a small appetite, she was already full in no time. Yan Zhi put down her utensils and wiped her mouth.
"Frail and delicate, need to take better care of yourself." Mrs. Yan had a somewhat stern tone, but her eyes had softened.
She's just like my grandmother, tough on the outside but soft-hearted. Yan Zhi sighed inwardly.
She twisted her body, hopped off the stool, and ran a few steps to Mrs. Yan, embracing her tightly. "Grandma, you're so kind."
"Little darling, who taught you to suddenly speak so well?" The child's soft hair brushed against her, and a faint milky scent wafted over. Mrs. Yan, who hadn't interacted with a child this young in a long time, suddenly felt a bit awkward.
"Hmm? Grandma cares for me, so shouldn't I thank Grandma?" Yan Zhi didn't blush at all. Children express their love in such a pure and straightforward manner.
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