After picking up the two slices of lotus root closest to him and eating a few mouthfuls of white rice, Lu Tingwan felt that his mouth was tasteless.

In the past, meals were the easiest time, and Lu Yanxiu would feed her when she was tired, but now it was simply torture for her, and eating made her whole body feel uncomfortable.

The dining table in Jingyuan was so quiet for the first time since Lu Tingwan arrived. You couldn't even hear the clink of bowls and chopsticks.

The atmosphere was so dull that it was hard to swallow.

However, Mrs. Lu is very accustomed to such a dining atmosphere, and every move she makes is elegant and correct, without any discomfort.

The same goes for Lu Yanxiu.

Only Lu Tingwan was sitting on pins and needles, and his waist was still a little sore.

"What, it doesn't suit your taste?" Mrs. Lu suddenly said something.

Lu Tingwan's heart trembled, and he immediately looked at her. Seeing that she was talking to him, he responded: "No, I'm not very hungry."

Mrs. Lu said nothing more and continued to eat.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became even more difficult.

Finally, when Mrs. Lu put down her chopsticks, Lu Tingwan also put down her bowl and chopsticks as if relieved.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Mrs. Lu glanced at the white rice she had only eaten a few mouthfuls of, and said lightly: "There can't be leftover rice in the bowl. Doesn't Miss Sheng even know the most basic table manners?"

Lu Tingwan's face felt hot, and she kept telling herself to endure it, and it would be fine if she endured it for a while, but her mouth was a little at her mercy: "I just want to drink some soup."

Looking at Lu Tingwan with a light smile and a well-behaved look on her face, Mrs. Lu's face froze slightly. She didn't know whether Lu Tingwan did it on purpose or unintentionally.

"After the elders put down their chopsticks, the younger ones are not allowed to eat more. This is also a rule." Mrs. Lu added.

"I don't have so many rules here. Mother doesn't need to be so rigid."

Lu Yanxiu, who had been silent until now, spoke, and as he spoke, he half threw the chopsticks in his hand and half put them on the table, making a lot of noise.

It was clear that his original intention in saying this was to protect Lu Tingwan, but the meaning behind his words sounded like he was for Mrs. Lu.

So much so that Mrs. Lu couldn't find the words to refute.

"No matter where you are, as long as your surname is Lu, you must not lose your etiquette." Finally, Mrs. Lu said this with a cold face, got up and left the dining area.

Lu Tingwan regretted not keeping his mouth shut, his mood became depressed, and he stood up to leave.

But I heard Lu Yanxiu ask: "Where are you going?"

"Go upstairs."

"Sit down and eat."

"It doesn't taste good. I don't want to eat it and I don't dare to eat it." Lu Tingwan said emotionally and left.

Lu Yanxiu frowned slightly.

In the living room, Mrs. Lu was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and opening a magazine.

The maid also placed several plates of after-dinner fruits and desserts on the table.

That sofa was usually where Lu Ting would eat snacks and watch cartoons after dinner and accompany Lu Yanxiu to read...

Taking a deep breath, Lu Tingwan walked over and said with a smile: "Mrs. Lu, I'm going upstairs to do my homework first. Good night."

Mrs. Lu raised her eyes and glanced at her, probably out of self-cultivation, and responded lightly: "Yes."

After receiving the agreement, Lu Tingwan didn't stay downstairs longer and went directly upstairs.

After walking through the corridor, I subconsciously walked to the door of Lu Yanxiu's room.

Lu Tingwan realized what he was doing after grabbing the cold door handle.

He let go, turned around, and opened his door.

Close the door, lock it, and raise your hand to turn on the light.

The dark room lit up.
Chapter completed!