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"It's OK. After all, someone at home likes to eat it. Buy some more for him to try."

When Song Chongjiang said this, he looked directly at Feng He without any hesitation.

Feng He was shocked. It was over. It seemed that Song Chongjiang really knew that he had stolen the cakes that day.

Thinking of this, Feng He felt that the cakes in her hand were no longer fragrant...

Song Ziqin didn't notice the ambiguity in Song Chongjiang's words. The family members who loved to eat referred to him and his mother, but they had already eaten it many times, so why would they use the word "try it" to describe it.

"Everyone come over to eat!"

Mrs. Song was greeting everyone at the dining table. Mr. Song had just returned.

Feng He was obediently pulled over by Song Ziqin to wash her hands, and then sat at the dining table waiting for dinner.

Sitting at the table in clockwise order were Mrs. Song, Mr. Song, Song Ziqin, Feng He, Song Chongjiang, and Sun Luofan.

After everyone was seated, Mrs. Song took Sun Luofan's hand and said with a smile, "I haven't seen Luofan for a long time. She has become more beautiful!"

Sun Luofan smiled shyly. In fact, it wasn’t that long. Last month’s family dinner was on August 15th, which was less than a month away.

Today's dishes are particularly rich, more than the total amount of dishes Fenghe eats in the cafeteria in a week.

Today there are many home-cooked dishes, prepared according to everyone's taste.

It was a combination of Chinese and Western cuisine, with each person having a piece of steak in front of them, along with a knife and fork.

Feng He added another bowl of rice. He looked at the small bowl and fell into deep thought.

If the rice is full, he can probably finish it in two or three bites. Wouldn't it seem like he eats too much if I add more rice frequently then?

Feng He hesitated whether to change for a bigger bowl, but she found that Song Ziqin was using a big bowl, filled with a bowl of white rice.

Maybe it’s because Song Ziqin is still growing and he is the one who eats the most in the Song family, so he uses a big bowl.

Everyone else uses the small bowl by default.

Feng He thought about it and felt that eating was the most important thing, so he left his seat silently.

Song Ziqin asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Feng He: "I think this bowl is too small, not enough to eat..."

Feng He stared at Song Ziqin with her big eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and said seriously.

Song Ziqin felt that he was about to confess, so he closed his eyes and pressed Feng He down on the seat.

"You sit here, I'll get you a bowl like mine."

Oh my god! It's so cute!!!

Song Ziqin quickly served Feng He a large bowl of rice.

Mrs. Song covered her mouth and smiled, saying, "Ziqin, you and Fenghe have a really good relationship. You two were whispering just now."

Mr. Song and Sun Luofan both laughed when they heard Mrs. Song's joke. Song Ziqin and Feng He were happy to hear such words, so they did not refute.

Only Song Chongjiang didn't smile. He narrowed his eyes and continued eating his meal.

Feng He ate like crazy. He didn't care what the people at the table were talking about. He just focused on eating his meal.

On the left, Song Ziqin is eating while chatting with his family about how he spent the week at school.

Song Chongjiang on the right is cutting steak slowly and methodically, cutting the steak in front of him into neat, bite-sized pieces.

Feng He was attracted by his graceful movements and glanced at him from time to time.

He also wanted to eat steak, but he had never eaten steak before and had only seen it in short videos or TV dramas.

But Feng He didn't take the knife to cut, because he couldn't figure out which hand to hold the knife and which hand to hold the fork. In order to avoid making a fool of himself, he had to avoid the problem from the source.

When Feng He secretly glanced at Song Chongjiang for the tenth time, Song Chongjiang spoke with a smile in his voice: "Feng He, do you want to eat the steak on my plate?"

Feng He was stunned. He didn't expect to be discovered... He thought it was very hidden.

Feng He was not shy after being exposed. She nodded stupidly and added at the end: "I have never eaten steak before."

Song Ziqin couldn't bear to hear about Feng He's previous experiences. He always felt that Feng He was so pitiful. When he heard about Feng He's previous life in the countryside, he suddenly felt that Feng He must have had a very hard life, and he felt very distressed.

"I'll help you cut it. You can try it and see if it tastes good. If it tastes good, there's still a lot in the kitchen. I'll continue cutting it for you."

Song Ziqin said impatiently that he wanted Feng He to eat the cut steak right away.

His brother had one that was almost cut, but his brother would never give food from his bowl to others, nor would he eat the food that others picked for him.

Besides, he wanted to cut the steak for Feng He himself.

Mr. Song, Mrs. Song and Sun Luofan were all stunned when they heard Song Ziqin's words. When had they ever heard Song Ziqin be so kind to others?

Generally, it is others who serve and please Song Ziqin, but Song Ziqin never takes the initiative to please others.

But when everyone saw Feng He's face, they silently felt that it was reasonable. Children of Song Ziqin's age all like beautiful things, and Feng He is so attractive.

The one who was out of tune with the others at the table was Song Chongjiang. He had been silently cutting the steak since just now. Normally, he should have been eating while cutting, but he chose to just cut it directly.

"Mr. Feng He, I have some already cut steak here, would you like some?"

Song Chongjiang asked him while slowly wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

Everyone at the table was stunned when they heard this, even more so than last time.

Feng He also widened his eyes in disbelief. He looked at Song Chongjiang with his black and white eyes, which were pure and empty, with only pure incomprehension in them.

But his eyes are just too alluring. The combination of the two is an extreme collision of purity and charm.

Song Chongjiang shifted his gaze slightly and handed the neatly arranged beef to Feng He.

Feng He looked at the delicious food in front of her and still felt it was a little unreal.

If Song Chongjiang knew that he had secretly eaten the pastries that day, he would probably think that there was something wrong with his character. Why would he be so kind as to cut steak for him?

Feng He stopped thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out. Anyway, he never liked to play tricks on his own brain.

The system sighed like an old man. It was already very stupid. If it didn't work harder to think about the problem, it would become even more stupid.

"Brother...you...when are you willing...forget it." Song Ziqin stopped talking. He didn't dare to question his brother.

Although his brother is usually very considerate, sometimes when you encounter an area he doesn't like, he will look at you quietly with an expressionless face. Not only is it scary, but it also gives a very strong sense of oppression, making people dare not speak at all.

Although Song Chongjiang's expression was normal now, Song Ziqin had a premonition that if he asked, his brother would look at him with a half-smile and remain silent the next second.

So Song Ziqin stopped talking in time. The others obviously had the same idea as Song Ziqin, so they didn't say anything.

Only Feng He happily picked up the juicy steak with his fork.

Feng He's eyes narrowed as she ate delicious food, and she looked very happy.

Seeing Feng He eating so happily, Song Chongjiang curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Usually, you hold the fork in your left hand and the knife in your right hand. But you can decide based on your own habits. Now you have eaten my steak, so cut your steak for me later."