"That's true."
Zhao Lihan came over with a plate of cooked food and said, "Stop talking there."
"Wash your hands and eat!"
Wang Xiaolan put the things in her hand on the table, then went into the kitchen, washed her hands and returned to the dining table.
"Li Han, there's a huge noise next door."
"I know. He came to see me today."
"Why did your dad look for you?"
Lai Di said, "Dad is still crying."
"He still cried? Really, or fake?"
"It's true." Zhao Lihan, who was eating nearby, replied.
"Ah! There's such a thing? This is a serious problem."
Zhao Lihan ate silently without directly answering Wang Xiaolan's question. He first picked up a piece of meat from the vegetable bowl and put it into Wang Xiaolan's bowl.
"Eat it. It won't taste good if it's cold."
Wang Xiaolan saw that Zhao Lihan looked worried and thought, "He must be hiding something from me."
She didn't ask any more questions and continued to eat.
At the dinner table, no one spoke except for the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding.
Until Dabao said, "Mom, I want more meat."
Dabao suddenly spoke, breaking the atmosphere of the meal.
Zhaodi: "Dabao, let me help you pick up the meat, okay?"
"Okay, are you guys mad?"
"No." Zhaodi shook her head and said.
"Then why don't you speak?"
Zhaodi smiled and said, "You are such a naughty little dear. You even know how to read people's faces."
Wang Xiaolan also grinned at Dabao. Seeing Zhao Lihan's gloomy face, she tried to ease the atmosphere at the dinner table.
So he said to Zhaodi, "Do you know the old saying about not talking while eating?"
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